The mother standing far glimpsed the peace and love of how her delicate pink rose was being protected by the elder porcupine.
Story of the Month Jan’17: Once again, time began to fly by for Dev who mentally felt as though he was back to being the same happier, almost carefree boy he was in college. He was making steady progress.
Seeing them in front of your eyes, being held as a hostage by them, knowing that they had the cruel audacity and heartlessness to snatch away your life in a nanosecond was synonymous to fear being personified.
He had no regrets about being a mole to help the terrorists. Nor did he rejoice in the work. He went about his work like an automaton.