Afterword

 

 

Dear Mrs Patil,

I came across this very beautiful poem by Jalaluddin Rumi, a Persian poet from the thirteenth century. And I was reminded of Smita. It gave me great solace. Perhaps, it might do the same for you.

 

I died mineral
and turned plant.
Died a plant
to turn sentient.
Died a beast
to wear human clothes.
So when by dying
did I grow less?
Again from manhood
I must die,
and once again
released,
Soar through the sky
And here as well
I must lose place.
Everything passes,
but His face.

 

My regards to Mr Patil, Manya and yourself, and also to your little grandson.

Sincerely,
Shyam Benegal