Khayalo ko kisi aahat ki aas rahati hai, nighao ko kisi surat ki pyas hoti hai, tere bin kisi cheez ki kami to nahi, magar tere SMS bin tabiyat udas rahati hai...
Softly, the leaves of mem'ry fall, slowly i'll gather & pick them all, Coz 2day, 2morrow & till my life is thru, I'll always cherish knowing a *person like u* !!
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.