Narsimma: Since when are you in the pay of the capitalists? [Laughs.]
Renuka: Jokes apart, let’s seek amnesty and work differently.
Narsimma: Well, as you know, I’ve crossed the Rubicon, not once but twice.
Renuka: And I crossed it when you had put that innocent kid to death. You don’t know what a dilemma I was in then. I was obsessed with the idea of saving his life, and I racked my brains as to how to go about it. It even crossed my mind to kill you and others to let him live. But then, I realized your life was more valuable to the dalitstruggle.
Narsimma: Oh, really! That’s my Renu I’m proud of. But you too know that was the most difficult sentence I had ever pronounced.
Renuka: It’s the one death that came to haunt me ever since. How poignant his death was for he died crying for his mother. It was then that I realized how paramount motherhood is to a woman’s life.
Narsimma: Is nursing the dalit cause any less paramount to you as a woman. And as for death, as we chose to live by the sword, we shall be prepared to fall by it. But still a revolutionary never dies in vain. Won’t his death stir others to carry on the struggle?
Renuka: What about the deaths we had caused, can we live without remorse? Unlike that kid, can we face premature death without fear, and a sense of betrayal by life itself? Oh, how he died without fearing death. Maybe, he’s too young to grasp the import of life, leave alone death.
Narsimma: Won’t death ensure that we don’t live long enough to suffer on that count.
Renuka: Why not we take solace in building lives instead of destroying homes? I’m sure it would help our souls. Let’s begin paving the dalit political way to power.
Narsimma: Want to join politics that last resort of the scoundrels.
Renuka: As we’re no scoundrels, won’t we make a difference to the politics?
Voice Over: Greyhounds, Greyhounds.
[Narsimma tries to rollover with Renuka who resists.]
Renuka: Baava, let’s surrender. [She raises her white dupatta.]
Narsimma: Lets run Renu; it’s no time to vacillate.
Renuka: I’m fed up with this life baava. Let’s give up ourselves.
Narsimma: Won’t I prefer to die in a real encounter than in a fake one.
Renuka: I’ll see that you’re not harmed. I’ll stake my life for that. [She rolls over him suggesting a protective embrace.]