She is my Cousin

She is my Cousin
A boy was going with his Girlfriend,
a friend asked:Who is she ?
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Boy:My cousin.
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Friend smiled & said:Last year she was my cousin.
  

Apr, 14 2011     153 chars (1 sms)     2534 views       Decent

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6 Rules 4 Good Life

Dawat Den Eman Ki
Ibadt Kren Allah Ki
Khdmt Kren Walden Ki
Sorat Bnae Momin Ki
Tlavat Kren Quran Ki
Mkhalft Kren Shetan Ki
A Carin Fren Doesn''t Call & Speak;

He Makes It Wit A $Imple Sms!

Bcz Sms Is Not Wat The Mouth Speaks;

Its Wat D Heart Really Feels.! ('';'')
when the lips are closed,the heart begins to speak.
When the heart is silent,the soul blazes up
bursting into flame and this illuminates
the whole of our life...
Luvles lyf iz like a fruitles tree
But
frndles lyf iz like a rootles tree
Tree can live widout fruit but not widout roots
The Five Senses ..

''Touch'' Someone''s Heart Whenever U Can

''Taste'' Awl Dat Life Has Offer

''Smell'' Roses

''Hear'' The Nice things Dat Other Hve 2 Say

''See'' The Beauty Inside Everyone ... (:
A Relationship Does''t Shine

By Just Shaking Hands

In Best Times.

But It Blossoms

By Holding

The Hands

Firmly In

Critical Times...
Chale gaye ho dur kuch pal ke liye,
Dur rehkar bhi karib ho har pal ke liye,
Kaise yaad na aaye aapki ek pal ke liye,
Jab dil me ho aap harpal ke liye.......
"The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts:
1) To return love for hate;
2) To include the excluded; and
3) To say ''I was wrong.''"
The Heart suffers a lot,
not because of ''''VIOLENCE'''' of other people,
But..
Because of ''''SILENCE'''' of Dear ones.
Life Is Not A

Cassette Player,

We Cant Enjoy

Our Favourite Songs.

But Life Is

Like A Radio,

We Have To

Learn To Enjoy

Whatever Comes.
We love ourself even after making so many mistakes...

Then how can we hate otherz for their small mistakes??


Strange but true!!!
Gate Of Memories Wil Never Close,
How Much We Miss Our Friends Nobody Knows,
Days Will Pass Like Years,
We Will Remember The Memories In
Silent Tears,