What it takes ....

Misery may be a standard currency in the land where you come from; where, with it, you can buy livelihood, respect and love.

In my kingdom all it buys is pity. For all else there is just a barter of equally valued things.

Hard work, skill for livelihood.


Knowledge, humility, talent, blood, respect for respect


Her love for his love.

I'll be me. Always ! !

You cannot take away from me that what I am; like nails on my fingers it will be stuck stubbornly to me. Cut it, batter it, injure it all you can; all you'll manage to take away is the dead part of me. I'll grow again from the very roots, from the battered fingers. Only this times the nails would be those of a tiger's claw, an injured tiger.