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…