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There was a friend of mine I once met when I was in my graduation 2nd year. I always admired his laughter. Even a slightest smile was laughter in real. May be you could say the loud laugh was actually meant a simple smile. When ever I heard the laugh over the phone or in real, it remained me of my father’s laughter. My father’s smile.So true so pure. Nothing to hide while laughing. Nothing to pretend of. One fine day I thought of telling him how amazing I find his laughter and so I wrote this sher. As this little shayari was the only way I could express my gratitude and affection for his laughter, for his smiles. :) Hope it is a pleasant read
There was a friend of mine I once met when I was in my graduation 2nd year. I always admired his laughter. Even a slightest smile was laughter in real. May be you could say the loud laugh was actually meant a simple smile. When ever I heard the laugh over the phone or in real, it remained me of my father’s laughter. My father’s smile.So true so pure. Nothing to hide while laughing. Nothing to pretend of. One fine day I thought of telling him how amazing I find his laughter and so I wrote this sher. As this little shayari was the only way I could express my gratitude and affection for his laughter, for his smiles. :) Hope it is a pleasant read
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