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Rameshwaram, Monday, 22 April
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Sweet Mother,
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I arrived here yesterday. So far I have spent most of my time struggling
\nagainst a horrible impression in my heart, my thought and my body, so strong
\nthat if I could, I would catch the first train home today. I have never had such
\nan impression here. I almost wired you to call for your help. I shall try to
\n"hold out" here as
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Page 118<\/font><\/p>\n long as is decently possible, then will leave as soon as I can. On the material level, the conditions are as wretched as possible – in a word, complete barrenness in complete squalor. My body isn’t too brilliant, but I hope it will get better. On the mental and affective level = NIL. That leaves the one Thing without which all would collapse. I need you terribly. With love, Signed: <\/i>Satprem (Mother’s reply)<\/i> April 23, 1963 Satprem, mon cher petit, Your letter has just come. It only confirmed what I had seen and FELT. The last two nights were downright bad; and it is hardly better during the day. Of course, you should come back as soon as you find it possible. Wire me as soon as you have made a decision. I am doing my best to make you feel that I am with you. Tenderly Signed: <\/i>Mother (Excerpt from a letter to Sujata)<\/i> Monday morning, 22 April ’63 ………… I have just written a word to Mother to tell her that if I could, I would enter that sarcophagus, so they put me up in an adjoining house Signed: <\/i>Satprem Page 120<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" April 22, 1963 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Rameshwaram, Monday, 22 April Sweet Mother, I arrived here yesterday. So far I have spent most of…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[145],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6306","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-04-volume-04","wpcat-145-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6306","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6306"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6306\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\ncatch the first train home. When I arrived here, I got a horrible impression as
\nnever before, almost a panic. Everything was so terribly void and far away.
\nProbably I have grown hypersensitive. If I were not afraid of yielding to that
\nimpression and if it weren’t rude to X, I would take noon train today. The new
\n"guest house" is beyond description[[ A gift from the Ashram’s businessmen. ]]:
\ncement walls enclosed within cement walls; the plan is so wonderful that not a
\nwhiff of air can blow in here, nor can one see a single blade of grass. There
\nare magnificent wrought-iron railings and openwork cement designs, but not even
\nthe most basic amenities. I absolutely refused to
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\npurchased by X and used as a garage. It’s unspeakably filthy. It didn’t even
\noccur to them to offer me a mat. Finally they brought a bench for me to sleep
\non, which I refused…. So much for the material conditions. I hope the body
\nwill get better. As soon as I can decently leave, I shall weigh anchor.
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