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

name of little Ranjan brings do mind the all suffering, the all loving, mother, his grandmother, my dear Mavashi. What a joy it must have been to her! Please to give my love to that dear little child, whom perhaps I may never see! And tell me whether it understands it or not! And why did you not write to me about Shanta herself? You left it to Vahini to do it for you. It is typically Indian but in your next, you must write to me directly about your child and everything else. It is this extreme modesty that makes the generality of Indian babes grow rather in the shade than in the full light of their parents' eyes. No, No! you must look upon it as a special and a sacred charge. It was a pity that our dear Vahini should have been suffering from plague. I thought that this dire epidemic had at last, by this time, left our shores but it seems that it rages there still. Please be very careful of it. Is it a little less rigorous than it used to be? Has not medical science as yet been able to find some reliable cure for it? You should better leave Bombay as soon as it appears there. Nothing can be too costly to avoid its dire claws, if indeed we cannot blunt them. The last parcel that I got was in January 1916 and our dear Baba in March 1916, so neither of us has received any parcel for the last eighteen months or so when we ought to have received two. Now this was the reason what made us very anxious about your safety and I had to ask the permisison of the Superintendent, who so kindly gave it, to wire to you. But I think we should take as much care as it is possible to avoid any such necessity. The best way would be that letters and parcels should be posted by you in fixed months, if not dates, ... This much, so far as we are considered. But then there is the other party in the game-the post or the Government, and we cannot help suiting things to their pleasure. In your last letter, you have written of a parcel lost in the post and last year, my letter also was lost. Now what is the meaning of this? Thousands of parcels and letters come all right to this place; only our letters and parcels should be so mysteriously spirited away! Is it the post? If so, please do leave no stone unturned till they give some definite explanation for the loss of this parcel. You must have registered it; then it would be clear whether and through whose indulgence or malice, my letters and parcels are tampered with. This much for the post office. But if not the post—It is the Government! Well; if so, then, mum!!! Mum is the word!! As I have learnt to do without so many things which make life worth having, so also I shall and can learn to do without a yearly parcel too! But one should have thought that when a dozen censors have followed a book from the printer's office to the