There was a definit

There was a definit
There was a definite process by which one made people into friends,
and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.
  

Jun, 16 2010     144 chars (1 sms)     3159 views       Friendship

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A Loyal Friend Laughs At Your Jokes When They Are Not So Good

And

Sympathizes With Your Problems
When They Are Not So Bad ...

HaPpY fRiEnDsHiP dAy ... (=
Friends Are Like Wedgies ...

They''re Intimately Close

They Know Your Inner Self

And

It Feels Great When You Pick Out A Good One ... ;->
Ager Kisi pas sub kuch To

"DUNYA JALTI HAY"

Ager

Kuch Na Ho To

"DUNYA HUNSTIHAY"

Meray pas Aap Ky Liye itni

DUAAEEN

Hain jis ky Liye

"DUNYA TARASTI HAY.
Friendship Is Like The Relation Between Hand And Eyes
When Hand Get Hurt Eyes Cry And
When Eyes Cry Hands Wipe Off
Its Tears.........


Many ppl give U
"Crying Tears n Laughing Smiles"
But
Dere r few ppl who give U "Laughing Tears n Crying Smiles"
Those very few r called
"REAL FRIENDS" (:
a True Friend Is
Someone,
You Can Disagree With
And Still Remain
Friends ...

For If Not,
They Weren''t
True Friends
In The First Place ...
Zamzne ki har zannat tumhari hogi..

Ye asma or ye zami tumhari hogi,

Tumhe pata bhi na chalega usse pehle,

Mere hisse ki har khushi tumhari hogi
Is dil main yaadon ke male hian,
Tum bin bohut akele hain,
Sab kuch chorke tume SMS kar rele hian,
Dekho hum kitne wale hian.
Barsat mein ham pani ban k baras jainge....
Pat jhar mein ham Phol ban k khar jainge........
Kia hua jo aaj aap ko tang karte hain...
Ek din aap ko bin bataye he chala jainge
FRIEND Means. . . ?


F – Free From All Formalities


R – Rite To Say Anything


I – In Anyway


E – Either Good Or Bad


N – No Sorry No Thanks


D – Daantna Peetna Allowed . . . . :->
Hand Grasps At Hand
Eye Lights Eye In Good
Friendship
And
Great Hearts Expands
And
Grow One In Te Sense
Of This Worlds Life ... (-:
If We Would Build On A Sure Foundation In Friendship,
We Must Love Friends For Their Sake Rather Then For Our Own . . .