Nirodbaran

Correspondence with Sri Aurobindo

The Complete Set

S has profuse “whites” ...

What on earth is this word? Winter? wintes? It may be profuse but it is not legible. For God's sake don't imitate me.

Shall try pill Aloes et Ferri for a few days?

You can try.

Today, I surprised myself by completing a poem of 18 lines in about 2 hours and 8 lines of another in 1 hour!

Glory to God!

We hear you are tremendously busy; hot speculations are in the air about near descents.

No, thank you, sir! I have had enough of them – the only result of the last descent was an upsurging of subconscient mud.

In the upshot many crashes and shipwrecks are apprehended.

What an appetite for crashes!

Please tell us something so that we may prepare ourselves in time to bear the pressure of the descent.

No pressure! I am simply busy trying to get out of the mud – in other words to see if the damned subconscient can be persuaded to subside into something less dangerous, less complexful and more manageable.

27.05.1935