A day''s work is a day''s work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day''s sustenance, a night''s repose and due leisure, whether he be painter or ploughman
At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
Agar janna chaho ki hum tumhe kitna yaad karte hai, Tow barish
ki boondo ko pakdo jitni tum pakdoge utna tum yaad karte ho
jitni tum chhodoge utna hum yaad karte hai. Good Morning
