I love writing letters to my dear ones even in this digital era. It brings us closer and binds us by an invisible thread. Their amazement on receiving those letters and their smile while they read it pays all for my efforts. Sometimes, they playfully hit me and call me mad for putting so many efforts to write a letter, when I could easily type the things or simply buy a greeting card. But I just smile, for I know there is no point in making them understand the happiness that I get when I see their smile or the welled-up eyes, they are priceless!
What do I write in them? I write my gratitude to them for being with me through thick and thin. I even complain about the things I don’t like about them. And sometimes, when they receive a tear-stained letter, they know whatever I have written is not just for the sake of writing but has come all the way from my heart…
Sometimes, I do get letters in return. They say it’s a painful task to write without making any mistakes. They tell me how they had to be patient to make their letter look presentable. And I always treasure those letters. In my bad times, I open them up and read them, they help me remember how blessed I am to have some wonderful people in my life. But with passing time, the ink keeps evaporating, and I keep fearing the day they will become unreadable.
I start taking pictures of them, to preserve the contents forever. I know images won’t fade away.
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It’s been years and I have lost most of t the letters, though the digital copies are still saved in my hard drive. Heck, I have even lost some of those gems who used to write to me. Over the years, I have been busy and eventually, have stopped writing to anyone except my best friend. Looking at those digital editions, I wonder how times changed, people changed and even I changed. I no longer know how to express myself, I no longer know myself.
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