A Love Letter from BISCUIT MAKER- Dear Marie, Today is Good Day, U r Anmol for me... But U have Crackjacked my Heart, Bcoz I have a Little Heart, Now I m in 50/50 position...
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.,
In the morning I do not eat because I think of you, at noon I do not eat because I think of you, in the evening I do not eat because I think of you, at night I do not sleep because I am hungry.
