Dyuman's Correspondence with The Mother

19 March 1936

My dear Mother,

What shall become of the soup? People are always complaining about it and about the vegetable we use for dinner after straining the soup. It is cow's fodder for them. Shall we stop it?

No, this soup is very good and wholesome. It is better to continue.

I have received the nickname "miser" from those

nearest to me. My one consolation has always been Your trust. And whenever I have been called this name, I have gone within me and found that my being is sincere and stands purely for You.

Yes, it is true and you are not at all a miser. Simply you are not wasteful—people cannot tolerate that; they want to waste and waste and waste always (naturally so long as it is not their own money that is concerned).

19 March 1936