Handwritten with love

It’s been over two years since I last wrote here. I have changed one country and two cities. Have made a few new friends, visited new places and changed three jobs in the meantime.

I have always been lazy. I know what needs to be done and I know how to do it. But once I do it, the feeling of been there - done that takes over me. I don’t even attempt to it the third or the fourth time. The truth is I lack motivation to continue doing the same thing over and over again. Probably this is why despite being in a profession that needs constant updating of skills and knowledge; I tend to feel bored quickly.

But one thing that I am not bored off is letters. Handwritten, plain old, simple letters. Do you remember the last time you put pen to paper and did not stop at a flourish of a line and two dots?

Handwritten letters are charming and full of surprises. They are so much better than just picking up the phone or dashing off a two line email.

Letters actually take an effort to write. You need to think what to write since you do not have a backspace key to delete what was not a coherent thought. You have to spell each word right without using spell-check. Then there is this big thing called handwriting which actually tells the reader what kind of a person you are.

The absolute best part of letters is the wait. The wait for an answer. When the letter arrives - the eagerness to tear off the envelope and open the letter, the first reading of the letter which is always in a hurry and then reading it again slowly taking in every word. Preserving it carefully so that it can be read again when you write a reply to it.

All these rituals have made me fall in love all over again with this medium of communication. Have been dashing off letters to a few special friends all over the country and waiting to hear from them.

Hope I help them re-discover the simple joy of writing and waiting for a letter from a dear one.