भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)

come Home here and am confidently expecting the Great News that must come! Oh! how I sleep soundly—how sweet the thing; for I worked so strenuously in the day and while I was required at Her headquarters that as soon as this night came, sleep fell as gently on my eyelids as dew. There are moments when ugly dreams trouble desire to shine and see light—but at the first touch of analysis, the self stands revealed and the dreams melt away, are swept away—and calm once more sets in. Oh, when some times after such a sleep, I wake in my cell and hear the waves idly breaking on the beach just outside my little, high-placed and barred window, I remember the lines of Kalidas प्रासादवातायनदृश्यवीचिः। प्रबोधयत्यर्णव वं सुप्तम् and fancying myself like that king, I laugh and play and joke—all with myself! Such thoughts are suggested by that consciousness of a rest, that is at the same time the intensity of work—and they in their turn guiling away the mind from the too real hideousness of a prison, strengthen that consciousness of that rest. And thus, it is a fact that on the whole, I am and so is our brother happy, satisfied and willing to live as long as that must be in the atmosphere of frowns and frettings and harshness, of constant clash and constant discipline, every step in which reminds you that you belong to a race of slaves. The account of your marriage ceremony was very graphically written. As to the writer—he is indeed a very gifted man but with him, self-diffidence is a great drawback. I think he should first try to write small popular stories and short novels and get them published in some of the magazines, for that would give him confidence in himself. Take, for example, the question of caste system. Let him by suggestive stories paint the harm it is now doing, how it is retarding us from the great goal, to which all mankind is moving. Then let him write bigger works and so on. To him and to the Sahodar Yamaraj and to all of them, give my most affectionate remembrances—my companions of childhood and chums of the college days and comrades in the field, all they whomever I called mine and to whom I pledged my word, I remember them all with fresh affection and esteem. I was glad to know the whereabouts of my dear Rishi! Is he still in the ‘Service’; holds the same office? And my new friend! I remember him so much; for he had been so considerate and kind under—even under these circumstances, even when he himself had been undergoing the same trial! And then he is so intelligent and active. I have missed the name of our Professor in the account of your marriage ceremony? All my best wishes for him, and my dear and very