But Ajoy Guha wanted to die, and his eyes went to the lever, knowing he could knock it with his feet, finish the job himself—and that he needed to act now.
For the first time he heard the chants from outside. “Ajoy Guha Amar Rahe!” they were chanting, and he realized they were calling for him, not the Deliverer, they were calling for Ajoy Guha. Abused, bullied, neglected, sidelined. Ajoy Guha. The people wanted him at last.
He smiled.
And moments later, as the news spread, the cheering began.