Amrita's Correspondence with The Mother

26 December 1935

Mother,

On the 23rd evening Dyuman spoke to me about the D.R., his two morning milk deliveries to the D.R., and also about Madanlal. Instead of limiting himself to the problem at hand, he rambled on here and there, sometimes persuading me, sometimes convincing me in an insistent, disturbing and slightly unpleasant way. Remaining silent until the end — almost two hours! — I heard all that he told me. That evening I was troubled and greatly regretted not presenting my case.

On the 24th morning he showed me his notebook and I saw your remark about the Madanlal affair. But what astonished me was his casual phrase “Dyuman had to confess”. When I read this, I told him in a stern tone: “I kept my mouth shut in front of you because I did not want to displease you. But that does not mean that I agreed with your opinion. Now you have forced me to tell you my side . . .”

What to do, Sweet Mother? How can one know what you want in every detail of practical daily life?

If you don’t get rid of your ego, there will be no one, finally, with whom you won’t quarrel.

26 December 1935