I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has
come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving,
charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long
calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one
consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to
think of people below them as if they really were
fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of
creatures bound on other journeys.
Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday
Season, that very special time of year when we join
with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions
such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We
traditionally do this in my family by driving around
the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the
mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit
as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a
star, week after week, until it led them to a parking
Achha ek baat bata tumhe apne dost ki yaad kaise aaye.
Yaa aur bata tumhe apne dost ki yaad aa r tum itne din
se kaha the aur tum onl9 kab hoti hai.
Oyeeee hello main kab tumjhe bola ki mujhe dosti nahi
Yes u r right, everyone should be choose gud frnd it
self bcz special nd gud frnd always suggest u gud
thing nd support u in all thing.