A rose is always a rose whether it’s in a golden pot, the garden or in a dustbin. Same way, you will always be my friend whether you are in central jail, in zoo or in a lunatic assylum.
We smile at whom we like, we cry for whom we care, we laugh with whom we enjoy and we become angry with whom we feel is our own. That’s Friendship, that’s Love
Sometimes in life we tend to run so fast that we don’t notice friends running with us, we only notice them when we fall and they are there to hold us. So run, as I am there to hold you.
