"The midnight moon ..."
"remembers everything."
"Despite being awake in the dreams ..."
"No doubt the face is one ..."
"But I call out for two names."
"All I get to speak is with
the sand-dunes."
"The eyes are blank without you."
"Where are you lost?"
Lachchi: God only knows
how many lives ...
I would be required to live.
All I can pray for you is that ...
you get the strength to face
life and take your decisions.
Mother: But why are you so worried?
We were the ones who had
given him birth.
When we couldn't identify him ...
how could you
have possibly done so?
Gajrobai: For us ...
you're still the same daughter
who entered this house as
the daughter-in-law.
Everything will be fine.
You are not at fault, child.
And it's not even the fault
of the newborn.
