LETTERS!

Letters! That almost extinct method of communication. I love reading letters. I love writing them too. I keep trying to find new excuses to write them. I keep trying to find people who are willing to write them to me. When I was a teenager, I was the designated letter writer of all the guys I knew. If they needed to share their feelings to whomever their crush happened to be at the time, they came to me. Sometimes I wrote in Nepali, sometimes in English. Since we studied in a village school, English was mostly used to impress the girls. I doubt it worked. I remember this one time when I sent a nice and long love-letter to this girl I liked. She took it straight to my cousin, because she didn’t understand a thing. Boy, was I busted!

 

Letters were not just a tool to woo a girl. Telephones were rare, forget the internet. So we used to keep in touch with out of state cousins, and siblings through letters. Long and heartfelt. A treasure really. I had kept all my letters that I had received but I lost them along the way. I wonder what were written on them. Its sad really, that I don’t remember. In the age of Instant Messaging and Facebook, letter writing has practically become obsolete. There is a reason I have preserved all the letters that I received after 2005. I had learnt my lesson. I realised the value of a tattered page that brought not only joy, but also tears of longing. I read them sometimes, and it instantly takes me to the time not so long ago when I had received them. A reminder that I was loved and missed enough by someone to take the trouble to sit and write those words to me.

 

My girlfriend is my only correspondent now. I keep hinting at people, but they don’t seem to be willing. Or maybe they’re just too dumb to take the hint. Mobile phones and Internet have become an indispensable part of my life too. But somehow, a phone call doesn’t quite hold the same charm for me. Maybe that’s because I’ve never been much of a talker any way. I can express my feelings through written words, but spoken words are not really my thing. Never have been. Besides, you can kiss the letters. How do you suppose will you kiss a phone call?