No name or words can describe Ghalib. No words match his. To make a play about Ghalib, even the thought of the undertaking feels almost blasphemous. How dare a mere mortal attempt the infinite expressions? Love is the only excuse we have to talk about him, to think of him. If you love him as much as we do, then share an evening of Ghalib with us. Lets think, feel, speak, be Ghalib for an evening.