At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
Savera kya hua, Sitaron ko bhool gaye, suraj kya aya, chand ko
bhool gye. Gujre kya pal hamare SMS ke bina, aap hume SMS
karna bhool gye.... Good Morning dost