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

thing alone could assure me of my recovering and that is a change—not in
the sense of jail technicalities where a change means always for the worse
—but a change for the better to a better climate in some Indian jail. The
monotony is getting appalling! And yet be not over-anxious, trying it is but
it cannot be decisive. For jails as such have great sustaining power. They
corrode but they do not kill. They petrify but they preserve. And cases are
not wanting of prisoners living with slender chances of life for 80 years and
more. So however weak the body be, still there is no fear, at any rate unless
some further complications arise of any fatal event.
And all this again so far as the flesh is concerned. For although one cannot
afford to be flamboyantly defying fire while one is bound to a pile of
leaping flames—yet I may mention that the spirit is still willing and able to
dominate the quivering flesh, willing to suffer even further and even all not
only ungrudgingly, but even unflinchingly. Brother’s health is relatively
better, though, the headache has reduced him to 106 lbs.
Please do give my reverence and love to my dear Madame Cama. Hope
she takes care of her health. How aweful for her to pass her days in exile
when one should have thought of passing them attuned to the music of
sweet smiling children? Then what of Mai? Our sister! Never mind
whatever troubles she has to face—let her remember first that her brothers
are facing greater troubles for Duty and secondly, come what may, her
Vasant is with her and the sight of his face should make her forget and
forgive all the miseries of her life. Nevertheless, the love of a brother goes
out to her and his sympathy and hope that may be a little cheering news for
her. My love to my dear Yamunabai, and my dear sisters-in-law. Glad to
hear Shanta improves. And about the friend—the Dear and kind hearted
Doctor, whom you mentioned in your letter, please ask him to forgive me. If
ever I see him, he could know how I prize him and friend-few indeed—but
so constant as he—sorry, I could do nothing for him or for my brothers-in-
law Balu, Anna, and others or for my chosen chums of College days or for
my dear and faithful comrades—except to—send forth my hearty grateful
memory of them all. How is my little Ranjan? Does he know me? I hear
that plague is likely to break out once more. So, be watchful and take care
of your health which is life to us!!
Yours affectionately
TATYA
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