What do you make of a love story comprising a liar, a cop, two runaway circus kids, a guy called chai, a man resolved on suicide, another willing to help him in lieu of money, a bunch of pigeons who occasionally feel the need to break into song & dance and a lonely crow with an identity crisis?
At the farthest end of a deserted railway station a young man spins a story for his love. The story turns into its own raconteur and becomes a testimony of all those moments in life that we like to think of as quirky ... the odd broken pieces that never quite fit into the jigsaw puzzle, but are nonetheless preserved, in case someday we find a gap for them.
Can all these sundry characters make a love story? Without love? And can it have a happy ending? They say it is possible. They say... Aisa kehte hain...