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
Ab ke sawan main paani barsa bohat
Paani ki har boond main woh aaye yaad bohat
Is suhaane mausam main saath nahi tha koi
Baadlon ke saath in aankhon se paani baha bohat
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
May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all your heart might desire
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.
ek girti barish or ek khyaal uska ek phol gulab ka or ek jamal uska barish ki bonden jo yad dilati hain uski so hath dua me hain or honto pe swal uska.
If I could pull down the rainbow I would write UR name with it & put it back in the sky 2 let everybody know how colourful my life is with a friend like U!!
