Dard kya hota hai batayenge kisi roz, ek achchhi si gazal sunayenge kisi roz, udne do parindon ko aazad fizaaon me, agar apne hue tau laut aayenge kisi roz..
If the people we love are stolen away from us the only way to have them live on is to never stop lovin’them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever…