Jayantilal's Correspondence with The Mother

25 February 1942

Mother,

At times I seriously think about what my being wants. Why do I not feel the sense of a real being which has the delight of being and becoming? Why do I not feel any real interest in any creative activity? At times I feel an urge of the heart to seize something which can really satisfy my self, but the urge does not last long. What do you think my real being wants?

THE DIVINE.

I also feel that you are not quite satisfied with me.

Nothing of the kind. Each one has his difficulties and I am here to help him out of them.

My love and blessings

25 February 1942