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.
Khayalo ko kisi aahat ki aas rahati hai, nighao ko kisi surat ki pyas hoti hai, tere bin kisi cheez ki kami to nahi, magar tere SMS bin tabiyat udas rahati hai...
Flowers of friendship bloom every season, clouds of friendship shower every season, whether i do/dont sms u everyday, But its true i remember u evryday.
People never know how special someone is until they leave, but maybe sometimes its important to leave, so they are given that chance to see how special that someone really is.
