Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company. ~ Lord Byron
When was the last time you actually wrote a handwritten letter? Can’t quite remember now, can you? Ask me and I would say, 8 years back. A handwritten one, can and will never beat the feeling when we read it. It is exciting to the writer and even more for the reader. Throughout my school life, I had sent handwritten letters to my friends. It was fascinating. I even believe my interest in writing blossomed because of how reading one made me feel.
Growing up, my family had a tradition of making a trip to the store to buy New Year cards. We personally picked the cards keeping in mind the receiver. Each one was different, something meant specially for the receiver. We would come home and then dedicate an entire evening to simply pen down how the year went by. All the good things to let them know we are happy and well. This is a tradition, I now intend to start again, to teach my little one, at an early age; the art of letter-writing. Whether she carries it on is her own choice but I will not miss the togetherness as a family it brings along while doing it; for it is because my parents did it once, that I have a warm memory to go back to. Quite frankly, I can’t wait to see the smile on her face when she receives her first letter/card.
Handwritten letters aren’t perfect. Without the modern auto corrects, spell and grammar checks, it is almost always flawed. But these imperfections are what make it beautiful. The personal touch, the scent of the paper, the feel of holding something that was once held by the sender, the fading ink, the change in handwriting. A piece of paper, exchanging hands, travelling the distance, its priceless!
Call me old fashioned, but the thrill I get from breaking open a letter, a bonus if it’s a wax sealed one, gets stronger and stronger each time. Letter-writing never goes out of style. It is a reflection of culture and grace that has stood the test of time.
P.S: A request to all my readers. Do share your memories/experiences/thoughts on this subject. Would love to know 🙂