Open with Love. Kuch kehna hai apse

Open with Love. Kuch kehna hai apse
Open with Love.

Kuch kehna hai apse

.

Dar lag raha hy

.

Wohi baat jo dil ko chhu jae

.

Wohi 3 lafz

.

Mind to nai kro gay?

"INSAN BAN JAO"
  

May, 22 2010     168 chars (2 sms)     2732 views       Funny

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