Boy:Kash Wo Din Jald Aye.
Girl:Tm Muje Chor Nhi DoGe?
Boy:Nhi Esa Sochna B MaT.
.........Girl:Will U Miss Me?
Boy:Yes.
Girl:TumHari ZindaGi Mei Koi Aur To Nhi?
Boy:No Not aT All.
Girl:Do U Love Me?
Boy:Yes Dear.
Girl:Oh Dear.
Love comes to those who still hope even though they''ve been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they''ve been betrayed; to those who still need love even though they''ve been hurt before
Love is like a missed-call It stops before you catch it But Friendship is like an "SMS" It comes to you inbox and stay Whenever you read it It makes you happy and this stay in your inbox until you delete it
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
