Each bay, its own wind

Act III: one last practice. At Iqbal's house, Shruti says in an aside (spoken to the audience only) that she will practise one last time and then tell the group she cannot perform.

Unexpected listeners. During the practice her parents quietly come in. They become absorbed; Nabin taps his feet and claps loudly at the end, proud.

Praise. Nabin praises them all: Shruti never lost the notes of the raga. Leela teases them about their 'successful practice sessions', and Nabin offers the group the music room.

Why he changed. At one side of the stage, Nabin tells Shruti to thank her mother, who opened his eyes. Leela explains: Nabin came from a traditional family of vocalists, and his father saw his choice of the violin (then not yet part of classical Indian music) as a betrayal. Nabin worked tirelessly and succeeded anyway.

Each bay, its own wind. Nabin admits he underestimated the strength of their own music and feared losing Shruti; his fears were baseless. Each bay, its own wind: every artist has their own path. He will cheer the group at the concert, and Shruti hugs her parents.