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

Cellular Jail
6-7-1916
Port Blair
My beloved Bal and sweet Shanta,
Please accept my and my brother’s heartiest congratulations upon your
entering the second stage of life—the life of wedded love. Nobly hast thou,
dear Bal! fulfilled the first stage of your life—the stage of self-culture and
self-sacrifice. Thou possessest the golden keys to the treasured wealth of
knowledge, both ancient and modern, in the acquaintance with Sanskrit and
English languages. The final examination that you have passed in Medicine
is bound to stand you in good stead, in any part of the world and in spite of
any laws passed by a narrow misguided legislature; while your pen has
already made its influence felt in Maharastra in both the fields of prose and
poetry. On the other hand, the responsibilities and duties of that stage could
not have been better discharged and fulfilled. When the storm began to
gather over our Mother, it found you unmoved and firm at your post—it
burst and left you undaunted and true, and among the many faithless yet
faithful! The enthusiasm, to awaken which amongst their youth, Europe has
been holding before their eyes the glories of iron crosses and Victoria
crosses and unrolling rolls of honour—that enthusiasm and faith had been
displayed by you, who discarded even the reward of public acclamation;
nobly therefore hast thou completed the first stage of your life and now
enter ye-, dear Bal and beloved Shanta!—on the happiest and most exalted
stage of life, the life of wedded love. May thy path, dear Bal, be strewn with
roses and may thy youth, dear Shanta, blossom forth in Amaranthuses and
gold! Domestic happiness—the only bliss of paradise that has survived its
fall’ may bless your nuptial shed! ‘मधुनक्तमुतोषसि मधुमत् पार्थिवं
रज: (The dawn, the evening sweet and grateful be the Earth)!!
You perhaps remember that in one of my letters, I had just dropped a
suggestion to the effect that it would not have surprised me if some one
amongst the clever Bengalis had stolen your heart! After all, the expected
had very nearly happened. For though I long to see the day, when inter-
provincial marriages amongst the Hindus would throw down the artificial
and harmful barriers of castes and creeds and the Great River of Life—our
Hindu life would, having freed itself of all bogs and sands, flow in an ever
fresh and mighty current-uninterrupted and interruptible—still the first and