Last Saturday amongst the pile of junk mail, bills and ads,
there hid a tiny thank you card. It was pleasing to read words off a piece of paper in a
very long time.
Though it seems long time back, it wasn’t until 13 years ago
that I even had an email id. I did live in a ‘letter’ world before that, where I could
hold on to piece of paper, etched with thoughts of a mind and could re-read those words whenever I wished to. I always
stacked every letter and greeting card I received in my own trunk – the shoebox.
I wrote my first letter to my Grandparents at age of 6.
Though my letter hardly had 20 words, it always made their day. After all,
which grandparent couldn’t like to read those scribbled words from their grand kids?
They proudly commented on my handwriting and English language. Only I knew, how
much by little mind had to struggle to put pen to paper. It typically began with the common line "How are you?
Hope you are fine". I was taught at school to begin ‘Informal’ letters with
those lines, so I blindly followed that pattern.
And then, while I was in the middle school, I once wrote a write-
up for the 'Penpals' page in the popular children’s magazine called 'Young Times’.
I wrote this article in the hope of winning a prize – a pen & a bag of
goodies, for my article but it so happen that instead I began to receive
letters from kids around the world wanting to be my pen friend. Little did I
know then what a pen friend meant, until those letters began pouring in. But it
made me feel very important because now I received more mails than others in my household.
However, I liked the whole idea of having pen friends. We
shared with each other our likes, dislikes, day to day interests and family
pictures. But sadly as I grew older, laziness impeded me from continuing my
friendship via drops of ink and soon those friendships became history.
Though I like the fastness of emails, there are times I wish
I had a piece of paper to hang on to. Especially in my case, mails once read,
if not important, lands in the ‘Trash’ folder in seconds. Oh! How I miss my letter days.
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