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
Barish Ki Rim Jhim bhi Kuch Ga Rahi...
Betabi Dil Pe Mere Chaah Rahi Hai...
Khusboo Hawa Beete Din La Rahi Hai...
Armano Pe Sitam Ye Dhaa Rahi...
Meri Nazar Me Koee Aa Rahi Hai...
Shamma Ki Roshini Bhi Ja Rahi Hai...
Teri Yaad Aa Rahi Hai...
Aa Rahi Hai...Aa Rahi Hai...
ik raat hoi barsaat bohat
main royaa saari raat bohat
har ghum tha zamaanay ka lekin
main tanha tha us raat bohat
phiraankh say ik saawan barsa
jab seher hoi to khayaal aaya
woh baadal kitna tanha tha
jo barsa saari raat bohat
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
