Which expiates for the enclosed: Krishnaprem’s letter to whom I wrote regretfully that clouds were my perennial comrades.Sri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
Volume 2. 1934 — 1935
Letter ID: 635
Sri Aurobindo — Roy, Dilip Kumar
October 19, 1935
The poor Dilip writes in a rich Harinian vein with a mind unclouded by hazes in an amazing gusto to dare anything.
Which expiates for the enclosed: Krishnaprem’s letter to whom I wrote regretfully that clouds were my perennial comrades.
What next? Must tell you something charming. If I can’t tell you something real – must concoct it in the last resort, in poetry.
Mais pourquoi? Voilà [But why? Here it is]: look, do look at Krishnaprem’s compliment bien tourné [well-turned compliment]: the line marked in red. I wish I had typed it all in capital letters. “But being naturally of a tactful disposition” – as said the peacock – I desist from exhibiting my strut. Well? What do you think of that?
And yes, do you know what my friend Somnath told me today about my music. Alas, the same bashfulness gags me otherwise you would have had some gush, as Somnath is recognised as one of the connoisseurs of first class Indian music, an instrumentalist himself – and fed from his childhood on classical music. Dash it all, let me burst out. He said he cannot conceive of a greater height in original creation in Bengali vocal music with such a wide gamut of devotional feelings etc. etc. etc. My bashfulness again – alas! So I stop – but only after adding that he said that it was so rare to see a composer achieve such technical perfection and that it can’t come by effort.
And something else to gush about: when good fortunes come sometimes they too come in battalions, what? My dear friend Dhurjati writes that he has been experiencing a change inly – that the intellectual life is barren and that his friends consider his Pondicherry culmination not too far. He is a sincere fellow and never says anything he means not. I feel Sotuda’s1 and Somnath’s coming here in the wake of Arjava’s and Dilip’s (Arjava is a dear friend of his, or at least he was) has somewhat undermined his self-sufficiency. Anyhow a little force sent to him won’t be inopportune and I do so wish he would come: I owe a great deal to him and he is one of my dearest friends – dearer than Somnath though not so dear as Subhash or 
Krishnaprem. Anyhow – good news that, no? At least for gushing purpose?
P.S. Truly do you know as I was singing Raihana’s songs this morning (on Krishna) I felt a thrill of bhakti emotion and every time I repeated his name in the song it came with a new thrill and melodic outpour. Please, for Supramental’s sake (how do you like this adjuration?) read all this out to Mother in the name of Commiseration.
Very good indeed! Proof that singing and music can help!
1 Satyendranath Mukherji, an eminent Bengali lawyer.