July 17, 1944
My dear Ammajan,
Your precious letter. You must not be angry with poor me. Bear with me for a while. Mists will roll away some time.
You are my message. At the Urdu Conference you will be all in all. Therefore do not ask me for a formal message. That will land me in a sea of troubles. I have refused to send messages. Let me spare every ounce of energy for the task before me.
You should all behave better about the upkeep of the body. Or is that to be reserved for me only?