The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Love hurts when you break up with some one. Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you But love hurts the most when the person, you love has no idea how you feel…
Dard kya hota hai batayenge kisi roz, ek achchhi si gazal sunayenge kisi roz, udne do parindon ko aazad fizaaon me, agar apne hue tau laut aayenge kisi roz..
