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.
Sometimes I Want To Shout
To The World
"How Lucky I m To Have You As My Friend"
But
Sometimes I Want To Hush ...
Afraid That
"Somebody Might Take You Away From Me"
We smile at whom we like, we cry for whom we care,
we laugh with whom we enjoy & we become angry with whom
we feel is our own. That"s Friendship, that"s Luv
