Each season brings a world of enjoyment and interest in the watching of its unfolding, its gradual harmonious development, its culminating graces-and just as one begins to tire of it, it passes away and a radical change comes, with new witcheries and new glories in its train.
Ankho Me Sirf Tumhari Tasveer Hai..
Laakh Chaahne Par Bhi Nahi Mitt Ti..
Kaise Bhulaa De Wo Pyar Bhari Baaten..
Jo Humne Kabi Saath Saath Ki Thi..
Dil Hai Mera Koi Kagaz Ka Tukda Nahi..
Jo Fad Kar Phenk Diya..
Ye Pyar Hai Ko Hawas Nahi
Jo Pyaas Bujhaaya Aur Bhool Gaye..!
pyar kiya usse mene pyar pane ke liye..
usne kiya pyar apna matlab ajmane ke liye..
chod diya usne muje viraniyo me tadpane ke liye..
me fir bhi karta hu usse pyar ,pyar pane ke liye.
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
As of 1992, in fact-though the picture would have improved since then-the money that had been made since the dawn of aviation by all of this country's airline companies was zero. Absolutely zero.