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There was an intensity of faith in the man and a curious single-minded recklessness which were deeply attractive to me…The windows of the room which he shared as a sitting-room looked across the narrow, filthy alley of Red Lion Passage. 1/n

In the room opposite lived an appalling slattern with four young children.Often she was screaming, frequently drunk, sometimes one could see her through the open window, lying insensible upon the floor. 2/n

While his room mate often spoke of her and her children with horror and pity, he was indifferent to her existence and indeed oblivious to his environment. He was wrapped in visions. What was his vision then? 3/n

I believe it was that India was a volcano, which had erupted violently during the Mutiny and which could be made to erupt again…until Indians regained their manliness and their mother country her freedom. All the sufferings involved were but a fitting sacrifice to her. 4/n

Adapted from David Garnett’s (Savarkar’s eighteen year old friend in England) The Golden Echo, Vol. 1, pp. 151–62.

Reference: Savarkar: The True Story of the Father of Hindutva
Vaibhav Purandare 5/5

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