I had forgotten all other problems and had wanted to surrender to the note of discrimination of my father. Money in my hand was never a normal affair. For a good deal of period I had tried my best to stand by the side of the ill-fated people of so many villages. News were circulated that I might start for Orissa, which means, a matter of being in sojourn in my own home front. With certain collections in my pocket, I finally left for my own house.
Life is but a series of misery.
As a mass of gold is placed within the bed of fire in order to free it from other impurities, so, misery is the only test for making a life worthy for the Feet of the Lord. All through my life I am wedded to misery only. As the sole duty of the mother is to placate the sorrow by dint of her sweetest tinges, similarly my misery, in stage after stage, has led me to a path where adjustment in each issue could become the only criterion. On reaching home I could notice that the life of my father was gradually getting strained off from his core. Weak in his constitution, with an overall pale shade on his countenance, he had the least scope to tell me, in details, all about his last desires.