I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Aaj to bohot khush hoongay aap?
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Kiyon k, barish jo ho rahi hai
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aur barish main to
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sab hi maindak khush hotay hain
Bheegy Mosam Ki Bheegi Si Raat
Bheegi Si Yaad
Bhuli Hui Baat
Bhula Hua Waqt
Wo Bheegi c Aankhai''n
Wo Beeta Hua Saath
Mubarak Ho Aap Ko
December Ki Pehli Barsaat
God didn''t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way
