Bolpur
18 October 1894
We arrived in Bolpur yesterday in the evening. This morning, I woke up at dawn, had a bath, and came and sat in the south room; all the lassitude in my heart seems to have been dispelled. The mornings are so deeply quiet and beautiful and bright that I feel as if my mind has been completely immersed in a clear and cool light and emerged clean and cured. A plate heaped with śiuli flowers as new as childhood and as expressive as youth has been kept by my side—the śarat sun falls upon the veranda, the bed sheet is a glimmering white, everything is clean and empty, no crowds, no everyday chores, bird call to be heard, and where the row of trees up ahead ends, a great deal of green expanse can be seen. Sitting in the south room over here it feels like it used to in the sun-warmed veranda at Simla, where the deep blue, leaf-covered landscape seemed to appear right in front of your eyes, your breast and your body as you stood there. It’s not exactly alike, but the same peace and beauty descends slow upon the mind. It’s as if all of you are present in the next room as you were there, with your affection and your care ready and waiting for me. For me, that affection of yours has now melted into the landscape—this śarat morning’s slow, cool breeze contains your caring, affectionate touch. It’s so completely silent all around, Bob! It’s as if this endless, clean, refreshing blue sky silently embraces my inner soul alone. And the soft, plump whiteness of the śiuli flowers seem to rain down tenderness upon my eyes. If my god separates me from all the chains of my routine to exile me here, I can calmly, quietly and completely immerse myself in the sky outside and my own inner self and get on with my own work…. I feel like throwing myself down upon the mattress in ——’s room with a pencil and an exercise book and begin some piece of writing. The morning is quite calm and new, perhaps its best to start now…. My mind is so replete that it seems I can almost touch her, hear her tone of voice very close by.