how are Aasmaan ke Taare Aksar Puchate hai Humse, Kya Tumhe Aaj bhi Intzaar hai Uske Laut aane ka...Aur Ye Dil Muskurake Kehta Hai, Mujhr Abb Tak Yakin nahi hua Uske jane ka !!
Life is just like a cloud.We are moving without end.Nothing stays with us. What remains with us are memories of good times spent with our beloved ones.
I admit I'll never be the perfect friend. I'll never be there always. I may not make you smile at times but there is one thing I admit I could do. To be the person I could be for you.