Were all my thoughts a book you would be bored on page one and throw it down. Were all of yours a book I would devour it regardless of interest, for all of you is sacred to me and I could never tire of knowing what passes through your mind. So please don't be sad that you don't know more, it was never for lack of love, more that you feared what you didn't understand.
कोशिशों के बाद लाख कोशिशों के बाद भी तुम्हारे बिना गुजारा ना ह…
याद तो होगा याद तो होगा तुम्हे वो पहाड़ जब चांद निकलने वाला होत…
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