________________ 160 From My Experiments with Truth about the latter. There was the trouble with the caste system that was to confront me. I have already averted to my helplessness in starting on my profession. And then, as I was a reformer, I was taxing myself as to how best to begin certain reforms. But there was even more in store for me than I knew. My elder brother had come to meet me at the dock. He had already made the acquaintance of Dr. Mehta and his elder brother. As Dr. Mehta insisted on putting me up at his house, we went there. The acquaintance we made in England continued in India and ripened into a permanent friendship between our two families. I was pining to see my mother unaware that she was no more in the flesh to receive me into her bosom. The sad news was now given me, and I underwent the usual ablution. My brother had kept the news of her death from me whilst I was still in England. He wanted to spare me that blow in a foreign land. The news, however, was nonetheless a severe shock to me. My grief was even greater than that over my father's death. Most of my cherished hopes were shattered. However, I must not dwell upon it. I remember that I did not give in to any wild expression of grief. I could even check the tears, and took to life just as though nothing had happened. Dr. Mehta introduced me to several people, one of them being his brother Shri Revashankar Jagjivan, with whom I began a lifelong friendship. But the introduction that I particularly need to take a note of was the one to the poet, Raichand or Rajchandra, the son-in-law of an elder brother of Dr. Mehta, and partner of the firm of jewelers run in the name of Revashankar Jagjivan. He was not above twenty-five then, and it was our first meeting which convinced me that: he was a man of great character and learning. He was also known as a Shatavadhani (one having