Kirankumari's Correspondence with The Mother

16 December 1940

My sweet Mother,

I am quite well by your sweet blessings and your sweet grace. Make me yours. Make my progress quicker, my Mother. I feel that I am not progressing at all now. My Mother, make myself absolutely open to you, so that I can become one with you. My Mother, time to time I feel very much depression and that I am not making progress. My Mother, make me your child.

What is all this nonsense! Do not worry about that. Everything is going on all right.

With my love and blessings to my dear child

16 December 1940