Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Khuda hamari tarah tumhe tanhaayi na de,
Hum jee lenge tanha, par tumhe Judai na de,
hamari nigahon mein basi rahe apki soorat,
Aapko bhale hi hum dikhayi na de
COURT ORDER! Ur accused of crawling into my HEART,& hijacking
my smiles with your care.Hw du plead? GUILTY! U R sentenced
2 b MY Better Half 4-LIFE-no bail!
