True Love is like a pillow.
U could HUG it when Ur in trouble.
U could CRY on it when Ur in pain.
U could EMBRACE it when Ur happy.
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''Banta is crying loudly.
Banta`s brother asks: Why are you crying?
Banta: My mother died.
Banta`s Brother: What a co-incidence! My mother died too! Boo hoo hoo!''
Chand per ap ka naam likney ko jee chahta hay
Laykin pehli baat tu yeh hay k mera hath nahi jata hay
Aur dosri baat yeh k yeh khayal mughey sirf doophar main he aata hay