 The scenes open up at Santila's house. Arena, her mother is busy with her board making. Santila is busy doing some cleaning and at the same time, she is also keeping a close watch over her mother's work. Just pots. Santila. Teacher, what exactly? So much to do, so much work. I'm so tired. No, I was thinking of selling them to her. We both in exchange of... How many pots are left? Four. Some, bro, because of the chickens. And maybe you should start making more. I will do that. Ask for her help. And she cannot even pass me the yarn mold properly. She does not know weaving. Teach her pottery. Activity to our daughter. I have to walk 16 kilometers up and down the river just together. I'm not going to let my daughter go through the same. Ask me to teach her pottery again. It's our final discussion. Santila is musing by the burning fire. While she's at it, the conversation she overheard between her parents runs around her head over and over again. I couldn't understand my emotions and interest towards making pots. What if she never understands? We'll solve it, pay it. I'll teach myself or I'll learn from someone else. What could you possibly call? Actually, me that you won't tell anybody. Promise. Okay. The thing is, I'm really interested in pot-making and I want to learn pot-making. And I thought it was a big secret. No, listen. Actually, I want to learn, but my mother just won't teach me. I have a solution for you. If you really want to learn pot-making, I'll tell you a way. What is it? You know well, I heard there are old women who are expert at pottery, so they seem to be in another part of the village. So if you really want to learn, you can catch them up during your working hours. You can learn a lot. Yes, thank you so much for the information. I'll make sure to wake up early tomorrow morning and I'll catch a glimpse of them working. Thank you. Sandila woke up with a spring in her step and set off the other side of the village, which was a few kilometers away. The pot-makers were busy making pots when Sandila reached. It was like her dream, which became a reality. She was just taking the liberty to enjoy this moment as slowly as possible. I'll make sure to visit you all again. Sandila leaves the expert potters to their craft with a cheerful heart, full of happiness and hope. Unaware to Sandila, Amun, one of the following village aunties had seen her with the pot-makers. The next morning, Amun went out to fetch some water from the pond and gossiped about the scene she saw yesterday with Toshina, one of the gossipers. The potters, did you send her? No, I did not. I saw her watching them very carefully. But potter, right? Then why does Sandila have to go there? It's a potentialized ride. What happened? She took out pot-making, which has brought nothing but misery to us. Will not get anything good in return. Personally, I think that she should learn weaving. It is more beneficial. Yes, you are right. But you know, people will talk. And you know how fast the world spreads. You should look after your daughter. And spy on Sandila. But make sure to return before it's dark. I'll make sure to get some firewood while returning. Here's what you were. I'll be living for now. And by the gossip, began an open depth, deepened at the village gossip, decided to have a meeting with Mesobot, the father of Sandila. Do you receive the pot-making? Why? The situation is different than what you think. It's not that Sandila, with them, the lullabies, and to eat their sweet potatoes, tell me that she would not feature pot-making. We just want Sandi to grow big and strong, so she will learn it eventually. Okay, rumors are spreading out. Tell us the reason and what's wrong with your daughter. Brother, yesterday, I sent my daughter to the blacksmith to get a dow, a small digging dow. So that I can use and it's for Sandi. Okay, Mesobot, if that is what you see, we will believe it. But you must make your wife, teach Sandila the art of pot-making. Because you know how important it is for our village and how it saved us during the war. I hope you will do what is necessary. Yes, I will do that. I will not let you, someone, me or my daughter again. Okay, Mesobot, you can leave. What happened? What are you thinking? What did the council say? You are not teaching Sandila the art of pot-making. If you don't teach her, we will be in trouble and we will be cold again. Okay then. I don't want our family to be in further trouble. I've decided to teach her pot-making. Sandi, because I've decided to teach her pot-making. Now go get a basket and water. Sandila teaches Sandila to take clay and put it in a bamboo cylinder and pound it. Both are working. Sandila is focused and very happy to learn from her mother. The following days, Sandila learned pottery but had to face the same problem again and again. A year passed and finally Sandila attained puberty. The scene opens up with the door opening on the last Sandila and the other girls. My friends all have to pass it on. Sandila takes out clay and starts working. She hands over me the work on my own. Every time she tries to make the pot, she fails but she tries again and again while on the other hand, Anela is watching her from the corner. What are you up to, little girl? Don't worry, I'll teach you how to make a perfect pot. The thing is wrong here. What is wrong? The mouth of the pot is tragic. That's not for this evening. The other girls will be coming very soon and no one should know what happened here, okay? Okay. Sandila, you should learn pot making from your mother and not me. Come, let's make as many pot. Yes, I thought. Let me check on her. The body is taken outside while Sandila runs shorting. Who could have made this? It could not be Anela because the pot are still not yet dried and it could not be Sandila because she's too young and inexperienced. Hmm... See, it has been passed on. Anela is finally told her daughter the art of pottery. Sandila will carry on the legacy.