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anybody. When his mother died in 1946, he handed over the
charge to the local workers and went home. His co-volunteers
wished to send a letter of consolation, but none of them could
find his correct home address.

The mother tongue of Anantrao was Marathi, yet he has
created several pieces of poetry in Gujarati. These are enough
in number that they could be published as a collection of
excellent emotional and sentimental poems. His poems have
been learnt by heart by the Swayamsevaks, and they recite them
every moment, but they little know who created them. Anantrao
is not only a poet, but also a good singer, and a still better song
teacher.

Whenever Anantrao felt unwell or suffered from fever, he
ensured that no one wasted his time in a bid to be with him. He
was fully conscious that nobody wasted their time in serving
him. After the emergency, a meeting of the Sangh’s all-India
officers was held at Ahmedabad. Those days, Anantrao had met
an accident, and could not even walk. He thought that the
visiting officers would feel pain, so he vacated the Sangh office
and started to live in a small room at Paldi, which had no suitable
arrangements for him.

In the chilly cold of the winter season, Anantrao did not
have woollen clothing. Therefore, Nathabhai brought a woollen
shawl for him when he visited Delhi. He presented this shawl
to Anantrao. He liked it, and when he came to know that it cost
one hundred rupees, he returned it. He was so harsh on himself,
but he was so soft-hearted for his comrades. During the
emergency, a Sangh Pracharak named Maganbhai went
underground but was caught. He had nothing while in jail. As
soon as the winters started, a visitor came to see him in the jail.
He had with him a sweater and a blanket. Anantrao had not
forgotten to take care of his comrade even during the days of
emergency. These things had been sent to him by none other
than Anantrao himself.

‘Vajr°dapi Ka∂h∞r°∏i M§d£ni Kusum°dapi.’

(Harder than rock, softer than flower.)