He didnt win. He lost terribly. With each gash that marred his body, I wept for him, but with each blow that he endured he filled me with a sort of pride. This was a sort of adversity, a sort of situation where RK had no chance of being victorious against so many hardcore murderers.
Yet he fought. Not for himself, never for himself. But for the dignity of the person who is sacred to him. Thats the kind of Junoon, madness or obssession that makes me applaud our Kameena.
Our Star continues to rise in all our esteem.
And all the while he clung to the memories of his true love, taking that passion and making it a shield against all the pain he was bearing.
Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn,
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.
- H W Longfellow
On the other hand there is a man nay a being unworthy of the rank of humanity, who continues to fall deeper and deeper into the abyss of evil and disgrace. He continues to take pride in the suffering of innocents, disguising lust for love and insanity for junoon. No matter. No deed goes unanswered in the balance of life. CVs have lowered this criminal to such a level, there is no point of turning back for him now. His judgement day is coming.
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