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.
When emotions play their role the heart cries.When heart cries it does not make any sound & the person who listens to that unmade soundis called a Friend.
So many of us either fear tmr or regret yesterday. But I won't fear tmr, if I get 2 b ur fren 4ever, and I don't regret yesterday, coz 1 yesterday, I met u.
U r as strong as rumas fine as wine as cool as beer as classic as whisky as sophisticated as vodkadats y m 'tunn' in ur frnshpnasha utarta hi nhi frnshp ka NASHA
To share what is difficult. To heal what is hurting, To think what is not possible, To understand without even talking. Is the miracle called Friendship.
