Letters

‘Roop ki rani Choron ka raja’- the hit Bollywood movie of its times starring Sridevi and Anil Kapur, had pigeons delivering letters and secret messages to people on Anil’s directions. He would put a folded piece of paper in between its beak and the trusted ‘kabootar’ would fly off to Sridevi. She would then send her reply in a chit safely put in a locket and tied around the pigeon’s neck. This seems to be so interesting today.


In ‘Harry potter’, Harry, Hermoine, and Ron would send letters to one another in their vacations through their pet owls. Harry’s pet owl, the beautiful white one, would dutifully do its job of delivering the letters to his friends, to Padfoot, Sirius Black and Dumbledore, and return to Harry in time. In Hogwarts too, students would receive letters and gifts from their parents and guardians on special occasions- all delivered by owls.

Letters in today’s modern world are very rare. Cell phones and internet facilities have replaced it almost completely. Today the ‘messenger pigeons’ are extinct and the postman is an endangered species. I just can imagine and wonder how it feels to receive a letter from a near and dear one. I remember my grandmother treasuring the postcards and inland letters she had got from her childhood friends and relatives. Even my mother had the privilege of receiving a couple of postcards from her kith and kins, which makes me feel sad and think I’m not lucky enough. Sms’es, emails and social networking sites can be used for connecting with friends and relatives instantly- with just a click of the mouse, but lack the emotions that a letter brings with it. The excitement of receiving a letter, the charm that it has is unparalleled; the way every word caresses you, makes you nostalgic and miss the sender and the happy old days of the past that you had spent with him cannot be compared.

In class iii, Ananya was my best friend. She left the school in class IV. I still remember how we used to write to each other and exchange letters through Sagarika and Soumya. After two years we lost contact. But then I and Sagarika got into the habit of writing letters to each other and exchange those in school itself. It was funny that even though we studied in the same school, same classroom, and even ate our tiffin together, we had so much to write to each other. I still have those letters securely kept in my diaries. Little pieces of remembrances of happy childhood.

Man is an emotional being, a lover of the past. A letter takes one on a beautiful journey down the memory lane that fills the heart with immense joy, brings a little smile, and a tear. The thrill of seeing your name written in someone’s handwriting – someone who means a lot in your life; the ecstasy of reading a handwritten letter is incomparable.

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