Posted on February 1, 2012
Filed under BVKS Sanga
In the forest when the foxes and jackals and wolves howl it can be very daunting. They howl at various pitches with all their energy seemingly competing for prominence amongst each other. Amid all the screeching and screaming and squeaking and squawking in the forest, when the simplest roar of the lion pervades, announcing its own might, dragging the hearts of the wolves and others down to their knees in utter disappointment, the truth becomes obv