Satprem, my dear child,
People are raining like locusts!
On Tuesday, I have to see four of them before you. I will try to rush it, but I am telling you so that you take your time and don't hurry.
With tenderness and blessings
Signed: Mother
(Two lines from "Savitri" sent along with this note, on the occasion of March 29, the date when Mother and Sri Aurobindo first met ... fifty years earlier:)
Because thou art, men yield not to their doom,
But ask for happiness and strive with fate.
(VII.IV. 507)
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