As I was cleaning my shelf of books, making place for the new ones to come, a few papers caught my attention. They were no ordinary papers, but letters exchanged between me and a friend who had shifted to another state. We both lost touch after sometime, but recently met on Facebook and now keep in contact.
Letters, always remind me of the anxious wait for the postman with the hope, that he will have some good news for me, more often than not the only letter he had for me, were my final exam results J. They bring to mind a time when communication was entirely written, phones, e-mails and Facebook did not exist. People wrote love letters and poems to their beloved. Hand writing was emphasized upon so that the other person would understand.
In our technologically savvy world of today, we have e-mails, chats, messages, Facebook but I still love the good old LETTERS: The feel of paper, the smell of ink. The excitement of opening the envelope, and not knowing what’s there inside, what news it brings. I do appreciate e-mails but letters hold an entirely different charm.
Don’t let that letter writing talent fade away, pick up that dusty notepad, and scribble a few lines to a loved one, send it to them through post, because a letter in hand is always worth two emails in your account. Treasure the ones you have, and send out some for the others to treasure them too.
The Sunday Visitor.