My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?

My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?

My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?

Podi. My child Kesoba, I am your aunt. Never use such words to me.

Four Boys. (Dance together.) My dear Moyrani; where is your Indigo?

Podi. My dear Ambika, I am your sister; don’t use me in this manner,

Four Boys. (Dance round Podi.)

My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?

My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?

My dear Moyrani, where is your Indigo?