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

thing alone could assure me of my recovering and that is a change—not in the sense of jail technicalities where a change means always for the worse —but a change for the better to a better climate in some Indian jail. The monotony is getting appalling! And yet be not over-anxious, trying it is but it cannot be decisive. For jails as such have great sustaining power. They corrode but they do not kill. They petrify but they preserve. And cases are not wanting of prisoners living with slender chances of life for 80 years and more. So however weak the body be, still there is no fear, at any rate unless some further complications arise of any fatal event. And all this again so far as the flesh is concerned. For although one cannot afford to be flamboyantly defying fire while one is bound to a pile of leaping flames—yet I may mention that the spirit is still willing and able to dominate the quivering flesh, willing to suffer even further and even all not only ungrudgingly, but even unflinchingly. Brother’s health is relatively better, though, the headache has reduced him to 106 lbs. Please do give my reverence and love to my dear Madame Cama. Hope she takes care of her health. How aweful for her to pass her days in exile when one should have thought of passing them attuned to the music of sweet smiling children? Then what of Mai? Our sister! Never mind whatever troubles she has to face—let her remember first that her brothers are facing greater troubles for Duty and secondly, come what may, her Vasant is with her and the sight of his face should make her forget and forgive all the miseries of her life. Nevertheless, the love of a brother goes out to her and his sympathy and hope that may be a little cheering news for her. My love to my dear Yamunabai, and my dear sisters-in-law. Glad to hear Shanta improves. And about the friend—the Dear and kind hearted Doctor, whom you mentioned in your letter, please ask him to forgive me. If ever I see him, he could know how I prize him and friend-few indeed—but so constant as he—sorry, I could do nothing for him or for my brothers-in- law Balu, Anna, and others or for my chosen chums of College days or for my dear and faithful comrades—except to—send forth my hearty grateful memory of them all. How is my little Ranjan? Does he know me? I hear that plague is likely to break out once more. So, be watchful and take care of your health which is life to us!! Yours affectionately TATYA ❏