Colors may fade, the sun may not shine, the moon may not be bright, heartbeats may stop, lives may pass but our friendship, I''ll treasure ''till the day my heart stops
A friendship can weather most things and
thrive in thin soil but it needs a little
mulch of letters and phone calls and small
silly presents every so often just to save it
from drying out completely
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.
Rabba mere kanjar Dost nu suneha pahucha dayi,
Ohde dil ch khayal mera pa dayi,
Mast hoya houga kise kudi de supnia ch,
Os kamine nu sadi vi yad dawa dayi.
