यशोमति Mom से, Talking नंदलाला, राधा Q Fair, I M Q काला, बोली Smiling मईया: Listen मेरे लाला, …. वो City की Item, तू Village का ग्वाला , Thats Why U काला… :joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy:
Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It's a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It's also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend-even a friend whose name it never knew.
Across the curve of the earth, there are women getting up before dawn, in the blackness before the point of light, in the twilight before sunrise; there are women rising earlier than men and children to break the ice, to start the stove, to put up the pap, the coffee, the rice, to iron the pants, to braid the hair, to pull the day's water up from the well, to boil water for tea, to wash the children for school, to pull the vegetables and start the walk to market, to run to catch the bus for the work that is paid. I don't know when most women sleep.
Arz kiya hai, . . Dil hai saccha aur dimaag hai kaccha, . . Wah wah, . . . Dil hai saccha aur dimag hai kaccha, . . Wah wah. . . . Tere sms nahi aa rahe kya baat hai baccha?
Log Pochte Hai Kyon Surkh Hai Tumhari Aankhen,
Hans Ke Keh Deti Hoon Saari Raat So Na Sakim
Lakh Chahon Bhi Magar Yeh Keh Na Sakun,
Raat Rone Ki Hasrat Thi Magar Ro Na Saki.
Fiza Mein Mehakti Shaam Ho Tum,
Pyaar Mein Jhalakta Jaam Ho Tum,
Seene Mein Chupaye Phirte Hain Hum Yaadein Tumhari,
Isliye Meri Zindagi Ka Dusra Naam Ho Tum.