Walking out of the venue, people spoke in low, lingering sentences—fragments of lyric, an echo of a laugh, a confession they might not have had the courage to say before the show. Vansheen Verma’s fifty-five minutes had been less about spectacle and more about return: a live map through small cruelties and small mercies that left the audience warmed, not by heat alone, but by the unmistakable glow of having been seen.