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.
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.
Wo shskhs meri jaan bana rehta hai.Uska pyar meri pehchaan bana rehta hai.Koi yaad karta hai usko kitni shiddat seWo janta hai magar anjaan bana rehta hai.