Kuch rishtay anjanay mein hi ho jatay hain,
Pehle dil phir zindagi say jur jatay hain,
Kehtay hain us daur ko pyaar,
Jisme log zindagi say bhi pyare ho jatay hain

So many straws, in 1 milk shake glass
So many fight, for thori si pepsi
So many hands, in 1 chips pack
So many friends, on 1 bench
So much laughter, on 1 stupid joke
So many phone calls, on birthday night
So many hugs, for 1 little worry
So many tears, for 1 little fight

'Friends', are the best part of our small life..
So don't lose and forget them at any cost.

Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.

A Quote By A Guy For His Girl :
"I Dont Love Or Propose Who Ever I See,
Bcoz I Am The Gifted IDIOT
To My Beautiful Queen.."