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gibran khawar  looked  up  from his  diary , he  had  been writing  for  so long, now  he  smiled  and  again turned  to  writing  more  of  his  inner  feelings,  how  he  and  mashargan  jogged  for  miles  shoulder  to  shoulder  , like  partners,  life  was  becoming so  enjoyable, full of  colours  of  love,  love  painted  his  life, his  sentiments, his  circle  he  moved  in, his  society, he  felt  it  was  enrichening  and  becoming  meaningful