Ever been waiting and find yourself counting seconds. I find it to be sour like lemons No matter how late the hour is you still keep faith. Even if your heart and mind debate. Whether if you stand in one place. Or like a spinning top, in circles you pace. Your soul can’t help but wait. Though weary with impatience I am sate. Because when I see your face, my heart burst into a race. And the burdens of wait are misplaced. Kyun Ki Tum Hi Ho, "mera pyara"