(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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