Esha's recollections of some episodes of her life, as narrated to Nirodbaran in Bengali, who translated it in English. This is presented here in form of a book.
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Nirodbaran on Esha's story : Esha, the late Dilip Kumar Roy's niece, was a little girl visiting the Ashram when I came to know her through my niece Jyotirmoyee with whom she had become very friendly. She wanted to settle in the Ashram, but her mother did not want it as she was still a minor. When after many years she came to the Ashram again and stayed with Sahana Devi, I became more closely acquainted with her. By that time she had already married and obtained her divorce and had decided to settle here. I came to her help and made all possible arrangements for the purpose. Since then I have come to know her well and listened to her narration of the incidents of her life. As I found them interesting I began to note them down and was thinking of publishing them in Mother India when somehow she got wind of it and strongly objected to it. As I felt I had Sri Aurobindo's sanction for it, I did not listen to her. In spite of my disregarding her objection, luckily she did not stop recounting her saga. Of course she narrated it in Bengali and later I put it down in English as faithfully as I could. When the story began to appear in Mother India, she insisted more than once that I should stop it. My answer was that I believed it could be helpful to many readers and that Sri Aurobindo seemed to support me.
THEME/S
Some months ago I had a very sweet dream-vision. It was in the afternoon. I was reading a favourite book of mine, the Bhgavat, in Bengali, the life of Sri Krishna, sitting on my cot and leaning against the wooden mosquito-curtain support. After a while I felt very sleepy, which is rather an unusual occurrence when I read such books. Suddenly I saw the Mother standing near the foot of the bed dressed in an exquisite golden Benarasi sari. As I looked at her she beckoned to me with her hand. I responded; I saw my physical body left behind. As soon as I was within her reach, she caught hold of my hair and, lifting me up, just as a cat does her kitten, dragged me towards Sri Aurobindo who was sitting nearby and was reading a book. She told him, "This girl is all the time weeping for you." Saying this she left. I cast a furtive glance at him and saw him absorbed in reading. The whole room was bathed in peace. I felt like living eternally in that peace and never going back to the world. Then my eyes opened with that memorable experience still alive.
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