Mere dil k dard ko tum kya samjoge jaanam, samjte samjte ye janam na beet jaay or teri meri kahani iss dard ko suljhate suljhate adhuri na reh jaay...

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that 35 percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down.

I&#39;d gone professional when I was about seventeen.

That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart.

Written By Richard Steele

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