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“Chakravyuh mein ghusne se pehle, Before entering the circle of deceit, kaun tha mein aur kaisa tha, who I was, and what I was, yeh mujhe yaad hi na rahega. I would not remember. Chakravyuh mein ghusne ke baad, After entering the circle of deceit, mere aur chakravyuh ke beech, (there was) between me and the circle, sirf ek jaanleva nikat’ta thi, only a deathly intimacy iska mujhe pata hi na chalega. that I never realised.”

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