Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first, it is ridiculed. In the second, it is opposed. In the third, it is regarded as self evident.
Why is it that when you miss someone so much that your heart is ready to disintegrate, you hear the saddest song on the radio?
“Thank God someone threw me away so you could pick me up and love me.”
तुमको बहार समझ कर, जीना चाहता था उम्र भर, भूल गया था की मौसम तो बदल जाते हैं.
Happy birthday to my best friend: the one who laughs at my silliest jokes and the shoulder I can lean on during tough times. I love you and I will be here for you– same way you have been for me all this time.
The most pain of all is missing you and knowing that we can’t be together no more.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Tanhaion me unko hi yaad karte hain, Wo salamt rahe yahi fariyad karte hai, Ham unke hi mohabbt ka intzar karte hai, Unko kya pata hum unse kitna pyaar karte hai.