CHARM OF LETTERS!

I’m just a few pages into “My Name is Red” and it got me wondering when the last time I had posted a letter? It has been ages, probably I was in 6th class when we were told to send letters and telegrams to our relatives as a part of school activity. And I was so intrigued and fascinated with it that I decided to send one to my school friend too who happened to stay just a few kilometers away from my house! And even more interesting at that time was to get her reply back, describing what she did when she returned back from school, had for lunch and so on…

A letter doesn't only communicate by words; you could actually get a vague idea by the manner in which the words are scribbled. A gentle and an eloquent handwriting for instance would suggest that much thought has been given as to what is being penned down. And a clumsy or over writing/cutting would be suggestive of written in haste.

Even more, in the book its shown that people could actually judge the kind of information that a letter would carry by the manner in which it was folded( for instance, a French pastry kind of fold would imply of secrecy and mystery); the scent of the letter(to allure the curiosity of reader) !!

I've not written a letter or posted a card in a long time now. A reason I could come up with is the postal rent or the snail pace at which it gets delivered. Though text messages are a great means to communicate in our daily life yet I feel sometimes an old-fashioned letter shows sincerity as opposed to just getting on the computer and being tech savvy. Letters not only serve a purpose in the here and now, they also give us an incomparable window into the past. Anyone who has ever came across the old letters of parents and grandparents and suddenly felt transported back to another time and place, knows well the legacy-leaving power of letters.

I’m so eager again to post a letter that I shall even get my ink pen in working state too :)

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