I dont regret the things I have done and the things I didnt do. For somewhere along the way I must have done something right coz I ended up with a friend like you.
I kept your name in my Journal and posted u in the Ledger of my Heart, U will b classified an asset bcos ur market value as a Friend never depreciates...
It starts wid a hi/hello. It increases as 'wats up dese days'. It grows 2 'oye btana nae hota.' It tends 2 mould as 'stupid tu apna dimaag mat chala, jaisa i m saying waisa kar' And den it ends NEVER. Dats frendshp.
True friends r like nice mornings, U cant have them for the whole day, but u can be sure they willbe there when u wake up tomorrow, day after and 4 ever.
