Letters- A sad confession...

                     Does it look like a cliche topic? Yes it is... I intentionally wanted it to be cliched... And I'll tell you the reason in the meantime... For now let the post carries a theme as the topic sounds...Totally a miserable tone... 

                     A friend of mine pointed this strongly and it urged me to share my opinion about letters...  

                    

                    Actually, most of our generation boys and girls are slightly pity, for not experiencing the beautiful feel of dealing with Letters which our parents and grandparents might have gone through once... You can ask either your parents or your friend's parents about the feel of Letters, and you will get a plenty of interesting tales that a writer could possibly make best sellers... 

      

                    A letter is not just something simple as the name suggests... Writing a letter is not just taking care of  'to' and 'from' addresses and not forgetting to point the 'subject' ,as our schools had taught us...  They are not just old fashioned means of communication... They aren't the tool of non-technical people of today... 

                     Most of the letters start with salutation "My dear ____". People meant it when they penned down it.. But these days when some one uses "dear" over emails or chats, most often they are either being abstract or the person hearing them take it as nothing-so-important about it...   

                     While writing a letter, people use to gather most valuable points to put down... They longed to write letters in most attractive manner to grab their loved one's attention... And that had lead to the birth of many soulful and lovable writers those days... Though not writers, they had been good humans... I am not blaming that today's people are in-human... But relationships, conversations, confessions, etc through internet had caused lack of basic human feelings and deeds towards another humans... Those days a person's collection of letters can say his/ her character well... But these days, a chat history always remains to be a mystery... Letters spoke out the thoughts inside the heart... They weren't filled with threads and threads of silly reasons for fights, misunderstandings, chaos, hatred etc... As far as the letters were alive, one soul's love towards another soul hadn't been so difficult as today...      

                      Imagine this... "You are a lean guy with mediocre height, with pale complexation... You are probably neither so-called handsome one nor a bad one to label... You are sitting on your balcony in silence... You are eagerly waiting for a letter to be delivered to your house… Precisely for a reply for your last letter from a girl who means a lot to you... A reply that you expect to reveal about something for which you longed the most... You are looking at the street restlessly for any sign of post man's arrival...You seems bit nervous... The wind is cold and it blows on your face that make you realise the chillness of the climate… Sun is off the sight and you could only see dark clouds curling up above your head… You feel like they are contributing perfectly at this time for your mood…  

                     Many thoughts are floating same as the clouds getting curled up in your mind...  'What if she think that I meant that point in a wrong way?' or What if she had took it as a thing that she was longing to confess?' , ‘Would she have replied for my letter?’, ‘Would she accept? ’ , ‘Did I made a mistake? ’, ‘Should I have elaborated a bit?’, ‘What did she meant by that line in her last letter?’ , ‘Does she feel the same way I feel about her?’... With all the thoughts running up, you feel a chill spine running through your back… A feel of satisfaction… A relief of dropping some burden from the heart… Now you are ready to face any kind of reply… Making up your mind out of these thoughts, you are lifting your head up on the sky, after which you hear your calling bell sound, some one in front of your door saying, ‘Sir Post…’ ”

                   Doesn't that sounds like we all are missing some valuable feelings, emotions, experiences  like these which had been defeated by quick confessions and fast replies, fast heart breaking talks,quick acceptances or rejections, relationships that don't even last for mere fraction of times of these days…   If you want to experience this beautiful thing, try writing a letter for your friend... Write things that you may text them the whole night, all the day... And if you find it difficult to grab the important words or doesn't know what to share through a letter, then please redefine your friendship's terms and conditions... Give the letter to your friend in hand, ask them to reply for your's and wait for it... If you like the experience, then go on continuing this practice... I bet you would be amazed to read and write stuff about your friend or lovable ones...  

                   Most of the great people’s autobiographies are taken from their hand written letters only… I don’t know how many of us going to have so-called autobiographies that going to inspire our upcoming generations…In those days more than posted letters, unposted  letters do speak many truths… Do reveal many secrets… 

                    At one side, saving trees by avoiding usage of papers are really appreciable fact…  But that's is why I said this post is a sad confession… Some things in life are meant to be missed forever even after we know that they make us feel good… For the fact that, it may bring goodness in someone else’s lives…