Masterstroke
Maybe it's not about me, But all about my community. Probably, not a fault of my city, But retribution to my country. Months of uphill battles, from hot spells to winter dregs, for the termination of princely unlawful laws. Motivated beard killings, Saturated thought murders, vandalising church on Christmas, or riots under the name of religion. Fourteen year's patience and evermore courage of conviction to get justice, infamous, which turned around like a flash of lightning. As soon as, triumph of integrity began, than deceit knocked grinning at the doors. The country of matures became a hell for freshmen. They enter the tomb of hopelessness and give away their lives, depressed. A law maintained to prevent a Kappan from ground. But no laws to hold back mendicant for her SPEECHES. In modern times, there exists no need of any bench or charge for preserving courts, a buldozer and one to drive is enough. Shows of comics carry terrorist thread and China getting into border...