The ocean's foot stops. It slowly looks back. The river is standing right in the same place. The faint afternoon light falls on her face, creating a kind of melancholic glow. Seeing her, the ocean's heart suddenly softens. A strange affection surrounds him. He starts thinking, why has he avoided the river for so long? Why didn't he check on her? Why did he cause her pain? These questions come together and strike him from within. The river remains silent for a moment. Then, speaking like poetry, she says–
'Who am I, ocean?' 'You are a flower. A Shiuli flower.' 'Why Shiuli?' 'Shiuli blooms at night and falls by dawn!' 'Who are you, ocean?' 'I am a tree. A Shiuli tree.' 'Why a tree?' 'A tree never gets the flower.' 'It holds her, protects her, and when the flower falls, she belongs to someone else.' 'Who are we, ocean?' 'A family!' 'A family?' 'Hmm. An unfulfilled family. Even though we are two for each other, neither of us belongs to the other!'