Whenever u want to know how rich u r, juz drop a tear from ur eyes n look around… The number of hands that reach out to wipe your tears will tell u how rich you are!
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.
A simple friend has never seen u cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from ur tears. A simple friend hates it when u call after she has gone 2 bed. A real friend asks u why u took so long 2 call. A simple friend acts like a guest. A real friend opens d refrigerator n helps himself. A simple friend will read this sms n delete it. A real friend will send it 2 all his friends. Send this to all ur Real friends as I did…
Feelings r many... but words are few, clouds r dark...but sky is blue, love is a paper... life is a glue, everything is false... but our friendship is true.....