11 days skip away, no dress rehearsal for these days, each moment its own master, so let us climb trees of imagination, sit silently with our thoughts, maybe in the times ahead, far beyond this lockdown phase we might be able to walk the talk. 11days so wished away. Many promises at stake. 11 minutes are just right for pleasure. 11 rupees is the ideal alm you give in India. 11 is when I start shortlisting a midnight poem from among the dozens I read through the day. 11, eleven, sounds elegant. What happened in the past 11 days? Write your #lockdowndiary for #day11lockdown #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #tejaswiniaura