To letters,
To letters,
There is something intrinsically romantic
about a letter. There is also something fiercely exclusive and private about
it. Each letter carries a story, those which were replied to, and also those
which were stuck forever in a mailbox, having failed to reach their
destination. It has its own magic world. The eagerness to read, a page filled
with words to reply to and again the same old thing, to wait.
You must be wondering why all of sudden I'm
being such an old-school and leaving aside our tech-savvy keyboards talking
about handwritten letters? Here's to why. With the loss of writing letters we
have eventually lost out on people of character who were brave enough to pen
down their running thoughts and weave as beautiful an art. Revealing their
vulnerabilities, their emotions without a second thought. With the extinction
of writing letters we forgot what it is to wait.
As we stopped writing letters we lost
within us something extremely humane. Perhaps this, amongst all, is the biggest
loss suffered, as phones replaced pens.
Does that mean I do not recieve
heartwarming messages or mails ?
No, ofcourse not. But technology with a lot
of other things gave us the power to erase, so precisely, I read what the
sender wants me to read, not an extra word, let alone a loose emotion. Even I
do that. So there is no trace of a word almost written and no vestige of
emotion that could give away a lot.
Just, imagine on your birthday you receive
a hand written letter with some amazing snaps attached to it and your favourite
flowers. Won't it be a lot more heart warming and heart touching than a new
gaming laptop or brand new iPhone!
Give it a thought. Till then.
Cheers!
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