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MIRI AND MAHAVIR
MAHAVIR-I do not care to think of it. Life is for the
young, death for the old. It is enough for me if I have faith in myself and not God. You are a mere girl. Sometime ago I read the story of your namesake~Mira of old. It was very interesting, but no more. Girls may have dreams, even visions; but a man is different. You seem almost like her,-- specially when you sing; and then I almost think I
could believe like you - for the moment of course. MIRA-How intellectual ! You don't want me to argue,
do you ? MAHAVIR--No, I only want you to sing -
I wander in quest of thee, O Lord,
I wander in quest of thee ! MIRA-That is from Mira's, you know. But it is late, and
we must to bed. I had a dream last night, and wished to tell you. I had been reading the Mahabharata, you know. What a terrible story, and how tragic! And then I had a dream, and now I feel it is all so
different. I wanted to tell you. It is not a story! MAHAVIR—What, the Mahabharata ? MIRA-Yes, it is a Philosophy of Life. MAHAVIR---You have been dreaming indeed!
Some secret truths, from learned pridc concealed,
To Maids alone and Children are revealed ! MIRA-You can have your fun. But I saw you also in
that dream-watching. How I wish you had that dream, and I were there to watch !
