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.
Friends change, I know they do.. but this friend will always belong to you..Friends hurt I know they do.. But this friend gets hurt more without “YOU”!
Getting a friend is easy,... choosing a friend is difficult.... maintaining the friendship is talent... continuing the friendship is a precious thing....
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...
