"She looked at herself in the mirror. Remorse. Repentance. Those lipstick veiled lips cannot hide the fine imprints of his last touch. She could have stopped him. Life would have been different. Carresing her womb, she says you have not left me." Knock on the door. The corpse of major C. K. Singh. The crowd echoes in chorus. Jai Hind. She stands with pride with moist eyes. She whisper - "Junior major Singh will the save the nation now". #NojotoQuote #randomwriting#nation#love#bestofthelove
