Till the time, u knock my past history.And today all gone. But we remain like how rain will ever fall. And sun will ever rise. Hand in hand. Walking straight.
Of something deep in heart. Which now i rarely said it. As no words could describe how much ure appreciated.
To every bit of time. Jazakillahu khair ya ukhti habibati. A sister who teaches me the value of love.
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