We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
Pushtu
Sumra Khukaly Mazigar Wow Tha Ra Naghlii
Zamung Kali Kii Akhter Wow Tha Ranghlii
Ma Nakrizii Vee Rawarii Sta Da Para Tha Ranaghlii
Tool Gham De Zama Pa Sar Wow Tha Ranaghlii...!!!!!
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him
Friendship is a language spoken by heart...
not written on paper, not given by pledge...
it is a promise renewed everytime we keep in touch...Take Care...