Chapter 42August 27, 1960

Oh, so this was only the harbinger.

Did you tell them that you’ve received it?

Yes, I sent them a note.

Did you tell them you were happy?

Yes, yes.

(Mischievously) Did you tell them Mother was happy? – They couldn’t care less! (Mother laughs)

(Unruffled) They don’t exactly know who ‘Mother’ is.

No, fortunately not! Fortunately, my child! Fortunately.

(Just at the doorstep, as She is leaving, Mother tells the disciple that She had seen three books, a trilogy, and the third one would be about Her. And She adds:)

Sri Aurobindo came during my japa to tell me, ‘I will help him all through.’

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It’s the same with the letters.

They assassinate me with their letters. The little basket I put them in can no longer close! I take 45 minutes every morning upstairs to write letters. And I receive six, seven, eight, ten letters a day, so how can I manage? In the end, Sri Aurobindo spent the whole night writing letters – till he went blind.

Myself, I can’t afford to do that, I have other things to do. And I’m not keen on going blind either. I need my eyes, they are my work instruments.