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  1. SeenaApril 12, 2016 at 4:49 AM

    Wow... nicely penned.
    Seena

    #AtoZChallenge- J for Just Joking!

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  2. Vishal BheerooApril 12, 2016 at 2:13 PM

    It's so brilliant. Till death and love is naked. It's eternal like naked souls:)

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  3. AnonymousApril 13, 2016 at 12:28 AM

    Sad. When will it end..

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  4. Ranjana's craft blogApril 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM

    This is really sad. In this era also we have thes kind of people :(
    Nicely written.

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  5. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comApril 21, 2016 at 11:19 PM

    when will this end? India has got a long way to go. Religion, cultures, traditions are such steep barriers to overcome. So sad that man has reached beyond space and still cant go pass these self made boundaries..

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  6. Online JournalistApril 22, 2016 at 12:02 PM

    'Honour killing' in India is condemnable and cruel.

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  7. Dr. Priyanka Shanbhag ShroffApril 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM

    Very sad, it continues to happen despite all the so called modernisation. Beautifully written.

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  8. Jyotirmoy SarkarApril 22, 2016 at 8:33 PM

    nicely penned down.

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  9. AnanyaApril 22, 2016 at 9:10 PM

    Such a sad reality !

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  10. M S MahawarApril 22, 2016 at 11:48 PM

    well written!

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  11. Yogi SaraswatApril 23, 2016 at 5:04 AM

    'Honour killing' in India is condemnable and cruel but unfortunately it happens specially in your home state and in my state of UP. well written Saru ji and you wrote social words !!

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  12. Jyothi D'melloApril 23, 2016 at 10:06 AM

    In some places, such cruel acts are dealt with in such shameless and inhumane manner that the deceased do not even get a chance for autopsy. Beautifully expressed Saru.

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  13. RakeshApril 23, 2016 at 11:38 PM

    A story of thousand words told in a few! It's so heart rendering, Saru! :(

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  14. ekta khetanApril 24, 2016 at 1:16 AM

    How do we decide that we can kill someone? Honor Killing is pathetic.

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  15. UnknownApril 24, 2016 at 9:23 PM

    Harsh but still true at some places.. :'(

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  16. Saru SinghalApril 25, 2016 at 12:36 AM

    @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading. :)

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  17. RekhaApril 27, 2016 at 12:39 PM

    Wish it changes for good and they get to be together without reaching the autopsy table.

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    1. Saru SinghalApril 28, 2016 at 11:34 AM

      We all wish for such days when love is accepted without labels of religion, sex and nationality.

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