Don’t u ever wonder y people txt u but hv nothing imp to say! It’s 4 the simple reason… u r such a nice person 2 think of, like the way I’m thinking of u now
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 little clown is living in my heart. small and very special. it can dance and jump, laugh and sing. are you in pain and you need to cry, come and borrow it!
read life as the sea, heart as the seashore & friends like the waves. It never matters how many waves r there? What matters is which one touches the seashore.
