Ur smile can be compared with flowers, Ur voice can be compared with cuckoo, Ur innocence can be compared with a child, But in foolishness u have no comparisons.
Pehle Dedar... Phir Yaar... Phir Ikraar... Phir Pyaar... Phir Intezar... Phir Takrar... Uske baad Sari Mehnat Bekar... At Last aur Ek Devdas in the Beear Bar.
Prayer of an ideal son: Dear God, thx 4 all d blesings u hv bestowed upon me. I wont ask anythin 4 myslf, plz jst giv my parents a really hot daughter-in-law
Think why u r so sweet,why u r so intelligent,why u r so lucky,why u r so blessed,why u r so beautiful..simple muzse fship ki hai to thoda faida to hoga hi.
U r ACENT of my life, ALTO of my dreams, IKON of my eyes ,Zen of my thoughts, INDICA of my joy, LANCER of my heart…In simple ,u r the traffic jam of my heart…
