We were in love or so I thought. I loved too much that I became Juliet. I cared too much that I became a mother. I gave too much that I became Santa.
I endured so much that I became Job I worried so much that I became a worrywart. I cried too much that I played the broken hearted girl. In the end, I realized that I was actually the only one in love.
Jhalak dikhlaa do kabhi tum, Motor gaadi par bitha kar mujhe, Sahar ghuma laao kabhi tum. Aakhir wo bhi toh jaane, Kuch toh tumme baat hai, Wo sikka hue toh kya hua, Hum toh poore note ki,han ji Poore note ki goudaam hain.