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

come Home here and am confidently expecting the Great News that must
come! Oh! how I sleep soundly—how sweet the thing; for I worked so
strenuously in the day and while I was required at Her headquarters that as
soon as this night came, sleep fell as gently on my eyelids as dew. There are
moments when ugly dreams trouble desire to shine and see light—but at the
first touch of analysis, the self stands revealed and the dreams melt away,
are swept away—and calm once more sets in. Oh, when some times after
such a sleep, I wake in my cell and hear the waves idly breaking on the
beach just outside my little, high-placed and barred window, I remember the
lines of Kalidas प्रासादवातायनदृश्यवीचिः। प्रबोधयत्यर्णव वं सुप्तम्
and fancying myself like that king, I laugh and play and joke—all with
myself! Such thoughts are suggested by that consciousness of a rest, that is
at the same time the intensity of work—and they in their turn guiling away
the mind from the too real hideousness of a prison, strengthen that
consciousness of that rest. And thus, it is a fact that on the whole, I am and
so is our brother happy, satisfied and willing to live as long as that must be
in the atmosphere of frowns and frettings and harshness, of constant clash
and constant discipline, every step in which reminds you that you belong to
a race of slaves.
The account of your marriage ceremony was very graphically written. As
to the writer—he is indeed a very gifted man but with him, self-diffidence is
a great drawback. I think he should first try to write small popular stories
and short novels and get them published in some of the magazines, for that
would give him confidence in himself. Take, for example, the question of
caste system. Let him by suggestive stories paint the harm it is now doing,
how it is retarding us from the great goal, to which all mankind is moving.
Then let him write bigger works and so on. To him and to the Sahodar
Yamaraj and to all of them, give my most affectionate remembrances—my
companions of childhood and chums of the college days and comrades in
the field, all they whomever I called mine and to whom I pledged my word,
I remember them all with fresh affection and esteem. I was glad to know the
whereabouts of my dear Rishi! Is he still in the ‘Service’; holds the same
office? And my new friend! I remember him so much; for he had been so
considerate and kind under—even under these circumstances, even when he
himself had been undergoing the same trial! And then he is so intelligent
and active. I have missed the name of our Professor in the account of your
marriage ceremony? All my best wishes for him, and my dear and very