I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
Barish Ki Rim Jhim bhi Kuch Ga Rahi...
Betabi Dil Pe Mere Chaah Rahi Hai...
Khusboo Hawa Beete Din La Rahi Hai...
Armano Pe Sitam Ye Dhaa Rahi...
Meri Nazar Me Koee Aa Rahi Hai...
Shamma Ki Roshini Bhi Ja Rahi Hai...
Teri Yaad Aa Rahi Hai...
Aa Rahi Hai...Aa Rahi Hai...
Ab ke sawan main paani barsa bohat
Paani ki har boond main woh aaye yaad bohat
Is suhaane mausam main saath nahi tha koi
Baadlon ke saath in aankhon se paani baha bohat
Bheegy Mosam Ki Bheegi Si Raat
Bheegi Si Yaad
Bhuli Hui Baat
Bhula Hua Waqt
Wo Bheegi c Aankhai''n
Wo Beeta Hua Saath
Mubarak Ho Aap Ko
December Ki Pehli Barsaat
May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all your heart might desire
Aaj to bohot khush hoongay aap?
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Kiyon k, barish jo ho rahi hai
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aur barish main to
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sab hi maindak khush hotay hain
