A stone dropped in water in a moment its gone. But there will be a 1000 ripples circling on and on. 2 day I am here, 2 morrow I am gone but there will be a 10000 memories echoing on and on.
1 day i'll die & go out of ur life 4ever,then plz buy some nice & beautiful flowers 4 my grave from the money which u r saving by not sending me msgs..
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.
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.
