The three dreams of a maN: To become as haNdsome as his mother thiNks., To become as rich as his child believes N have as maNy affairs as the wife suspects.,
Not every flower can represent LOVE but the roses did. Not every tree can stand thirst but the cactus did. Not every monkey can read this message but U did.
Beautiful flowers die…. Nice stories end…… Lovely songs fade…….. .. Momeries are forgotten… .. All things comes to end….. But people like YOU always remain forever ….. ….. ….. BECAUSE GHOSTS NEVER DIE
Ek pal me kabhi ye duniya simat jati hai to kabhi bikhar jati hai. ek pal me jindgi chal pdti hai to kabhi tham jati hai. ek pal me hansati hai to kabhi rulati hai aur kabhi to ek pal me zindgi ke sare mayane samjha jati hai.
