I Wish I Could Hear My Name

Addiction, Thanatophobia, Culpability, Obscurity and Cicatrices.

In five years, Sharvil Vasudevan hasn't been able to find a way away from these five apprehensions of his life. It is difficult to tell which is more complicated, his blood toxicity or his mental wellness.

Shobhna, his psychiatrist, finds he had a break up and thinks it is the reason why he is putting himself in slow death. But there is much more disguise in himself. His introversion hampers the flow of initial session.

The whole scene changes when he hands over his journals to Shobhna.

It flips her perception about his case, about him and raises a series of questions.