I love
reading old letters. The yellowed ones, they smell like old, unread books. I
read, re-read, smile fold them and keep them back in the safe. That’s where
they belong. Letters are those small-little pieces of heart which were once emptied on the
paper, shedding off all the inhibitions. They are relics of the days gone by. Happy
or sad, somehow, I can’t get myself to destroy any of the letters I ever
received.
I have
written lots of letters on birthdays and on New Year eves. We used to wait for
the letters on our birthdays, didn’t we? I have loved letters much more than
text messages, always. There is nothing lovelier than reading old letters and
smiling. You cannot re-visit a wonderful phone conversation, but you surely can
do it with letters. But not all letters are worth a read, I agree on that so no
debates there.
Letters, they
always brought a smile on my face. The questions posed in the letters, they have
long been answered. The assertions made in those tiny pieces of papers, have
grown or altered with time. The regrets discussed, and the problems shared
bring a solace now. Someone said it rightly, “one of the pleasures of
reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer”.
I want to write more letters to the people who matter the
most, and I want to receive bundles of them too.
:) You will get one soon. But a letter from me to you would be no less than a "thesis" :D
ReplyDeletefrm me 2.. ab chithi bhi likhni paregi ;)
ReplyDelete@rashmi and Puneet: Yes! :D
ReplyDeleteOmg, I love reading letters too. :D
ReplyDeleteAnd I like your blog. :D
Following you now. :)
Letters are always beautiful :)
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