From Epistles – First Series of Volume 5 of The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda
The Math, Belur,
Howrah Dist.,
Bengal,
26th January, 1901.
My Dear Mother,[1]
Many thanks for your very encouraging words. I needed them very much just now. The gloom has not lifted with the advent of the new century, it is visibly thickening. I went to see Mrs. Sevier at Mayavati. On my way I learnt of the sudden death of the Raja of Khetri. It appears he was restoring some old architectural monument at Agra, at his own expense, and was up some tower on inspection. Part of the tower came down, and he was instantly killed.
The three cheques have arrived. They will reach my cousin when next I see her.
Joe is here, but I have not seen her yet.
The moment I touch Bengal, especially the Math, the asthmatic fits return! The moment I leave, I recover!
I am going to take my mother on pilgrimage next week. It may take months to make the complete round of pilgrimages. This is the one great wish of a Hindu widow. I have brought only misery to my people all my life. I am trying at least to fulfil this one wish of hers.
I am so glad to learn all that about Margot; everybody here is eager to welcome her back.
I hope Dr. Bose has completely recovered by this time.
I had a beautiful letter also from Mrs. Hammond. She is a great soul.
However, I am very calm and self-possessed this time and find everything better than I ever expected.
With all love,
Ever your son,
Vivekananda.
Notes
- ↑ Mrs. Ole Bull