We have a great mathematician here who comes from Madras regularly, Dr. V. (you know him, don't you?), and for my birthday,[[Mother was eighty-five on February 21. ]] he played around with the figures of my date of birth and made up with them a square with small compartments (what a painstaking work it must be!): any way you read it, it always adds up to the same figure. Admirable. The figure is 116. Heavenly mathematics, all that (!) and it is supposed to be my number of years. But I find it a little on the short side. Because if the present pace is any indication, 116 doesn't leave me many years, thirty years or so ... yes, some thirty years, that's all. What can you achieve in thirty years?! The way things are moving, oh! ... When Sri Aurobindo said three hundred years, I think he gave the minimum figure. page 57 , Mother's Agenda , volume 4 , 23rd Feb 1963