It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
"I''m Here, And I Love You.
I Have Always Loved You,
And I Will Always Love You.
I Was Thinking Of You,
Seeing Your Face In My Mind,
Every Second That I Was Away.
When I Told You I Didn''t Want You,
It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy."
Mill jaye koi Naya to Hamein na Bhula dena
Koi Rulaye Tumhein to Hamein Yaad kar lena
Dost Rahange umar bhar Tumhare
Tumhari Khushi na sahi Gham hi Baant lena
