Rishte bana’ne mai waqt, mehnat, khosish bht kuch lag jata hai magar tut’ne mai kuch seconds, insan sochta reh jata hai asa kiya hogaya k sab khatam hogaya, kbi imagine bhi nai kiya hota. Bs dard aur hum dost ban jatay hain. Phir sambalta dil sochta hai, shayad kuch naye rishte,