LETTERS FROM
ABROAD
The heat was tolerable and the journey fairly good though the train reached Bombay nearly three hours late.
I feel that we are not likely to be long in Europe. I am not in a mood to face the world and answer its questions.
One grows old, to discover that spontaneous simplicity of life is the true life-but where are the time and the opportunity to realise it? It requires a great deal of courage to demolish the walls that one has himself built with all his resources. This building and breaking down both are needed. The cocoon becomes a true prison, only when it persists beyond its time. I wonder if my soul has its wings developed---but it is pining for freedom.
Good bye—try to cultivate restfulness and have leisure to woo your true self and gain her for good.
