He smiled sadly. “I tried, my love. But a lion doesn't stay buried. Not when the people need horns.”
“The horns have been on my head long enough,” Ezhil said, his voice no longer soft. It was the voice of a mountain. “A lion does not forget how to roar. It only waits for the right throat.” -Movies4u.Bid-.Jananayak -Kombu Vacha Singamda-...
He pressed a button in his pocket. Every light in the godown went out. When they flickered back on a second later, every one of Rudra’s lieutenants found a knife at their throat—held by the idli seller, the auto-driver, the widow. Ordinary people who had simply remembered that they were once lions too. He smiled sadly