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.
A moment of joy spent under a willow,.. the tear of eye that wets ur pillow,.. Sometimes pain n Sometimes pleasure, When given by Frenz, both r treasure!
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 !!
A phone is a form of communication, a kiss is a form of affection. A picture is a form of remembrance, CHOOSING me as ur FRIEND is a form of.. ehem GOOD TASTE!