I prayed for a red bike, God gave me blue. I lost my old cap, He gave me new. I asked for a friend who will always be true. I prayed and prayed, till came you.
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.
har sagar ke do kinare hote hai , kuch log jan se bhi pyare hote hai , ye jaruri nahi ki har koi pas ho , kyunki jindgime yado ke bhi sahare hote hai...
