SHAYAD FIRSE WO MILNE KI TAKDEER MIL JAYE, JEEVAN KA SABSE HASIN WO PAL MIL JAYE. CHAL FIR SE BANAYE SAGAR PE RET KA MAKAN, SHAYAD VAPAS APNA BACHPAN MIL
Never abandon old friends. They are hard 2 replace. Friendships is like wine: it gets BETTER as it grows OLDER. Just like us... i get BETTER, u get OLDER
GOD SAW HUNGRY HE CREATED MCDONALD, HE SAW YOU THIRSTY, HE CREATED COKE HE SAW SAW U IN DARK, HE CREATED LIGHT, HE SAW U WITHOUT A FRIEND, HE CREATED ME.
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.
Every garden must have a red rose, every sweet face must have a red cheeks and a good nose, every grass must have a dew, and evey person must have a friend like you.
