I Wrote your Name on the Sand, It got Washed Away.I Wrote your Name in Air,It got Blownaway. So I Wrote your Name in my Heart, Saala Heart Attack aa gaya
I Wrote your Name on the Sand, It got Washed Away.I Wrote your Name in Air,It got Blownaway. So I Wrote your Name in my Heart, Saala Heart Attack aa gaya
The three dreams of a maN: To become as haNdsome as his mother thiNks., To become as rich as his child believes N have as maNy affairs as the wife suspects.,
Ur smile can be compared with flowers, Ur voice can be compared with cuckoo, Ur innocence can be compared with a child, But in foolishness u have no comparisons.
