MOKSA
The drought has been spreading for generations. It has now covered all of India.
INDIO
If it wasn't for all those tax collectors.
MOKSA
Our throats are parched. We are all learning to eat the brown grass.
INDIO
It has to get better, father.
MOKSA
Your mother must now go far away every morning and come back with drops of water every night from the distant well. Dry, brown water.
INDIO
If Pretoria hadn't left her baby we'd still have enough.
MOKSA
What remained of our water I have given to those who ran out sooner.
INDIO
I thought you'd never let mother work in that factory.
MOKSA
The children, she said. The children. They have not yet chosen your purity.
INDIO
That's it, isn't it? Pretoria's child. If it wasn't for her, mother wouldn't have had to go!
MOKSA
