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PSR DIARIES The Education system he went through was not all bad, it had infused compassion in him ,and it made him get out of the malevolent plan. His subconscious was not fully tamed, fragments of humanity sprouted within his heart. He wanted to time travel back and undo all that was said and done to her. He ignored the voices that were calling for his masculineness,he pulled her tighter to his body and hugged her like never before for now he knew love is incomplete without commitment.

PSR DIARIES तिरंगें में लिपटा बेटा मिलता हैं उस माँ को तो उसे एहसास दर्द के साथ  फ़क्र और गुमा का भी होता हैं। देश पर अकेला नही शहीद हुआ वो,  उस शहादत में इक हिस्सा फौजी की माँ का भी होता हैं।

PSR DIARIES And he left for ever. Her cheeks were still wet of tears , eyes still stuck at the half opened door. Her clavicles went up and down as she sobbed.  A part of her wanted to scream, cry, curse him loud, but her brain had planned the catharsis in a different way. She went out in the porch and  danced .she danced  for her lonesomeness,she danced for  his infidelity and buried that dead love. All beneath the silver moon.