From a warehouse full of broken glass to Nepal's only smash room

Before The Smash Room, our family was in the business of supplying hospitality goods — everything a restaurant or hotel needs, imported and delivered. Fragile goods and long shipping routes don't mix well, and one afternoon I walked into our warehouse to find a truck's worth of chipped glasses, cracked plates, and broken ceramics.

I sent a photo to a friend as a joke: "this basically is a rage room." The reply came back almost instantly: "so open one, for real."

I didn't sleep that night. By the next morning I was deep into research — nobody else was doing this in Nepal. I ran the numbers: setup costs, rent, and how long it would take to break even. A week later I pitched it to my family. They said yes.

What followed was a month of renovations, long nights, and turning an idea from a group chat into an actual room. The Smash Room was built out of literal waste, for anyone in Kathmandu who's ever needed somewhere to put their stress down.