Muskurana hi to Khushi nahi hoti,
Umer Bitana hi to zindagi nahi hoti,
Khud ko mitana Parta Hai Dosti mein,
Kyun k Sirf Dost Kehene se Hi Dosti Nahi Hoti..
Some friends are like a Flower. and when they finally bloom they wilt away in just one day and some times just by noon. Some friends are like a cloudy day and when the sun's in sight. it gets blocked by the grayest cloud
You ask if we shall know our friends in heaven. Do you suppose we are greater fools there than here?
Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of all the world.