:-\:sweat_smile:लडको से निवेदन है कि मेहरबानी कर के लड़कियों जैसे बाल ना रखें ......!:sweat_smile: . . . . . . :-\:sweat_smile:अभी अभी हमारा DOST एक Activa के पीछे 5 किलोमीटर फालतू घूम के आया है.....!! . :sweat_smile::sweat_smile::sweat_smile::sweat_smile::sweat_smile:...:stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye: .
Khuda ki fursat me ek pal aya hoga,
Jab usne ap jese pyare insan ko bnaya hoga,
Na jane kounsi dua kubool huyi hamari,
Jo usney aap ko humsey milaya hoga...!!!!
Humai Bhi Pyar Karne Ka
Khyal Aya Jab Bhi Khayal
Aya Khud Ko Akela Hi Paya
Dhoondte Rahe Is Duniya Main
Humsafar Kisi Ko Dhokebaj
To Kisi Ko, Bewafa Hi Paya.
CHANDNI RAT ME,,SITARO KI BARSAT ME..,,...TAHNA YADO KI SATH ME,,,,,PURI RAT DEKHTA RHA MAI TERE SAPNE,,,,APNE DIL KI DHARKAN KE HAR EK SANS ME...GOOD 9IT, frnds wish u sweet dream....Djsumit
Think…
Why u r so Sweet,
Why u r so Innocent,
Why u r so Intelligent,
Why u r so Lucky,
Why u r so Blessed.
Simple…
Ab humse dosti ki hai to thoda faida to hoga
Happy Friendship Day
He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
Pyar karke koi jataye ye zaroori to nhi
Yaad karke koi bataye ye zaroori to nhi
Rone wala to dil me hi ro leta h
Aankh me anshu aaye ye zaroori to nahi
Science fiction is a field of writing where, month after month, every printed word implies to hundreds of thousands of people: 'There is change. Look, today's fantastic story is tomorrow's fact.
I could not help feeling that they were evil things-- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething , half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.
As to spelling the very frequent word though with six letters instead of two, it is impossible to discuss it, as it is outside the range of common sanity. In comparison such a monstrosity as phlegm for flem is merely disgusting.