it's crazy to wait for you here till the clock strikes 11:11 but curse is what sometimes the hope looks like. O saathi o saath o saathi, Teri chitti, patri re aayenaa (Read the caption) I'm sitting at the corner of the cafe in old streets of Manali. The smoke of coffee is twirling around my fingers and I'm ambiguously looking at patterns of constellations in the sky. I can hear the giggles of the people around, the same old music on the record and the smell of the place