I love letters.

Yes we do have a 100 ways of communicating now but nothing comes close to handwritten letters.

How can a sms,message,watsapp or mail hold the entire essence of a person.

Sending a letter is giving a part of your self to someone.

It’s not just words,it’s everything you feel. The longing carved out in curves of alphabets. The smell of paper,or perfume,or history. The pain that smudged ink. Canceled and scratched words,read and re-read,expressing what you felt but couldn’t say.Desperation poured out in scrambled words. Rushed thoughts before courage gave way. Blank spaces speaking in silence.Illegible and yet understood.

Some letters unaddressed,some signed with pseudonyms of fictional characters. A secret only we shared.

Enclosed with Small gifts of old tickets,dried flowers,leaves,crumpling now.No scent, Just stains left as a Proof of fables. Like a look shared and engraved forever.

Letters are Nostalgia gift wrapped in paper. Reminiscence of people we were,from bygone eras. Of an alternate life we almost lived. Maybe temporarily,in instalments,yet abundant enough to last forever.

When i come across such letters,notes,chits……it’s an unexpected gift,a kaleidoscope of my past. A window into who I was,and what made me into who I am today.

Some struggling words and some celebratory notes that blessed happy beginnings.

Some incomplete endeavours lost chances,incomplete stories with mystery still intact.

Those pieces of paper,infused with some others and a little of me are a Pandora’s box full of surprises. Testimonials of Smiles,tears,loss laughter,fear,struggle,fights,failures,victories and blessings.

And most importantly untouched innocence,unshaken belief and unadulterated vulnerability and naivety. What we may not admit to others or even ourself and yet unabashedly and fearlessly poured on paper…..

How can I feel a breath in a message. How can I inhale a whatsapp. How can I hold a Sms in my fingers.

I love letters.