September 9, 1972

(This morning, someone told Mother he saw her in his sleep, and she was walking along in the street.)

I'll walk along in the street when I am hundred years old.

(Mother sits looking at Satprem, smiling, for more than fifteen minutes.)

Nothing to ask?

I very much felt Sri Aurobindo.

Aah!

(Mother plunges in)

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