We all went together to the dining hall. In the assembly hall, the village had arranged a farewell for me with garlands of flowers. After refreshments, we reached the assembly hall. There, on behalf of everyone, Devmitra ji expressed words of affection for me. Along with this, I was presented with a poetic letter of felicitation, printed in golden letters on a plate of eight metals. The poetess was none other than Priyamvada herself. In response, I expressed my gratitude and satisfaction for the villagers’ genuine love.

Now, overwhelmed by everyone’s greetings and loving glances, Vishwamitra and I took leave of Sevagram. Ismail and his wife, as well as Devmitra, accompanied us in our motorcar. News of our departure had already reached Mohanpur by telephone. Outside the village, the Gramani and other respectable men and women welcomed us first and said, “All the villagers are waiting for you in the assembly hall.” Without alighting from the car, we drove straight to the hall. The beauty and arrangement of the houses were exactly like those of Sevagram; in fact, an onlooker might easily mistake it for the same village. Vishwamitra explained that, although the length and breadth of a village might differ due to limitations of space or variations in population, the layouts of the classes, roads, assembly halls, and so forth were identical in all the villages of the country. Some necessary changes were made to suit the particularities of the local climate.

Regarding Mohanpur, I learned that its population was equal to that of Sevagram. Here, there was a factory for making ice. Another enterprise was the distribution of fruits from the fourteen or fifteen neighboring fruit-growing villages to various destinations. The fruits from this mountain reached as far as Lanka and Burma. To ensure that the long journey did not affect their quality, the containers in which the fruits were stored were surrounded by ice on all sides. The motor vehicles used for transporting the fruits carried large, iron, latticed containers. Each vehicle carried just one such container. To protect the fruits at the bottom from being crushed by the weight above, there were additional lattices placed in between. As soon as the motor vehicle reached the railway station, the entire container was lifted by a mechanical crane and placed in the railway carriage. The railway carriage was built to such precise measurements that the loads from five vehicles fit perfectly inside. The counting of the fruits...

It is the work of the gardeners. In this way, the apples destined for Colombo (Lanka) are transported from Mohanpur and reach there in a single carriage.

Alighting from the motor and arriving at the stage of the assembly hall, the men and women of Mohanpur welcomed me with the same heartfelt warmth as the people of Sebgram had shown. The village chief there also expressed his goodwill towards me on behalf of the villagers. I too expressed my gratitude for this. After that, I was garlanded with flowers. Then, as