When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
Love is like a missed-call It stops before you catch it But Friendship is like an "SMS" It comes to you inbox and stay Whenever you read it It makes you happy and this stay in your inbox until you delete it
Shaam chirago se saja rakkhi hain.. Shart logo se laga rakkhi hain, shayad aa jaye koi humse bhi zyada pyasa, yahi sochkar thodi si bacha rakkhi hain.......
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart