Champaklal Speaks

Letter from Torn Bits

The Mother had written something on a piece of paper and torn it up. I collected those pieces and kept them in a special envelope—not for reading, but because I could not bring myself to throw away her handwriting. She observed this and thereafter started passing on such bits saying, “My handwriting.” At times she would tear them up; at times she would have me burn them. Occasionally she told me to burn them in her presence. At first I could not understand this. Afterwards I felt from seeing her expression that she was doing some occult work. I still remember that expression.

One day it so happened that she referred to a letter she had torn up and exclaimed: “What a pity I tore up that letter!”

I said to her immediately: “Mother, I will give you the letter.”

Mother: “What?” I showed her the pieces I had preserved.

Mother: “What shall I do with these pieces?”

C: “Mother, I will give you your letter.” So saying, I pasted the torn bits together and gave the letter to her.

Mother: “Oh Champaklal, you are an angel; you are an angel!”