There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
WE MET IT WAS BY CHANCE WE MET AGAIN IT WAS LUCK WE BECAME FRIENDS, IT WAS DESTINY WE ARE STIL FRIENDS, ITS OUR DECISION, WE WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS, ITS A PROMISE
We bridge distance with text messages. Still we know it fails to fill the space but I hope ours isn't just an exchange of text messages. It's keeping friendship alive.
har sagar ke do kinare hote hai , kuch log jan se bhi pyare hote hai , ye jaruri nahi ki har koi pas ho , kyunki jindgime yado ke bhi sahare hote hai...
A little clown is living in my heart. Small and very special. It can dance and jump, laugh and sing. Are you in pain and you need to cry, come and borrow it!
