l... Life means:A winter evening, Four friends, Mild Rain, Four pegs of Rum..Life means:100 bucks for petrol, Two rusty old bikes, An open road..Life means:Maggi noodles, A hostel room, 3.25 a.m..Life means:1 Preparation leave, 1 night, 1 book, 8 duffers..Life means:1 girl, 1 number, 4 friends, and a fight..Now Life means:old friends, separate cities, separate lives and endless sms.
I can’t find a reason why God gave U to me, but that is not the question to b asked; May b the question is how did God knew that I needed a friend like U.
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.
As I watched ants crawled up the wall, I noticed that no matter how busy they are, they still stop and communicate with each other, hope we will be like them, be in touch always...
