May, 1944.
The British finally decided to give in, and released Bapu from house arrest.
Mahadev had passed away, soon after Kasturba.
We walked out of the palace, probably, for the last time.
August, 1944.
My interactions with Bapu grew increasingly familiar, with every passing day.
I had started reading and talking about his ways of life, and I had been deeply touched by his thoughts.
Back at the "ashram" (Sabarmati Ashram), Bapu resumed his routine life. I drowned myself in studying more of him, and many other things, he felt, was essential, for the apt shaping of one's personality.
Sometimes, I would just sit, alongside him, and admire him, as he would speak.
I felt truly blessed, to be at his side.
To be continued.....
The British finally decided to give in, and released Bapu from house arrest.
Mahadev had passed away, soon after Kasturba.
We walked out of the palace, probably, for the last time.
August, 1944.
My interactions with Bapu grew increasingly familiar, with every passing day.
I had started reading and talking about his ways of life, and I had been deeply touched by his thoughts.
Back at the "ashram" (Sabarmati Ashram), Bapu resumed his routine life. I drowned myself in studying more of him, and many other things, he felt, was essential, for the apt shaping of one's personality.
Sometimes, I would just sit, alongside him, and admire him, as he would speak.
I felt truly blessed, to be at his side.
To be continued.....
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