April 16, 1930
My dear Mirabai,
I have a letter. What advance shall I make? Of course I should greet the friends just as before. But not having any sense of sin, how shall I give them satisfaction by talking? Their grievance is evidently most against me. The only way I can give them satisfaction is by correct conduct. Can you tell me where I have erred?
I often sing to myself, "We shall know each other better when the mists have rolled away".
I am likely to come to Bombay next week.
M. K. GANDHI