Amal Kiran's Correspondence with The Mother

3 January 1938

Mother,

I am feeling very wretched. Of course nobody guesses my condition, for I do not go begging for sympathy nor can I help joking and laughing when I am in company; but I find not a jot of usefulness left in me. Everything appears to me in the light of a cul-de-sac. I don’t know how long my nerves will stand the strain — and even if they stand it for ever, the feat can hardly be very enjoyable.

Your name was on my note book several times and each time I have been obliged to strike it off because of something urgent and unavoidable. Now I have written your name on the 7th and hope it will stay there . . .

3 January 1938