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.
Thank you for touching my life in ways you may never know. My riches do not lie in material wealth but in having friends like you a precious gift from God.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
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.
what is real but invisible?-ur care. what is true but unfair?-ur absence. what is sweet but naughty?-ur smile. what is precious bur pricelss?-our friendship.