A letter to my friends......

A hundred thousand million people in the world do not write letters anymore and like them nor do I. I had a cell phone only in college. I did have a computer at home sans internet connection. The world of emails, chats, orkut, facebook etc did not enter my bedroom till the third year of college. I belonged to the simple world of letters prior to the technological intrusion. Yes communication was difficult, yet simple. The people who really mattered were not easily accessible and therefore I would make an extra effort to reach out to them. Communication then was not only on a tangible level, there was much more to it, reaching out was also telepathetic due to lack of adequate means. To most this probably makes no sense but I am sure there are some who would know what I am saying. Being nostalgic is almost like brushing teeth for me and therefore having been transported to the era of letters I couldnt help but write one, still without a paper and a pen, nevertheless a letter......

Dear .......,

Talking to you is not irregular, we have managed to maintain a frequency, an almost rhythmic pattern of 'hello how are yous.' I know the weather in your state or country, I know you are 'fine' I know how busy you are. I know....... and that's remarkable I am sure considering the bad signals or a weak connection that can easily snap the one thread that binds us. I know........ as much as I would know about anybody. Through this letter however I strive to unearth from the decadence of time and space- you as I know you or rather once did. I know what the weather is like....its raining. But I dont know if a part of you still cries when it rains, mine does still. I know you are ok, I dont know if you are just hanging on or really happy. I know you are busy, but I dont know how your day starts. Do you stll crib having to wake up or are you grown up and all.... are you still late for almost everything in life? You still cry at night when everyone is asleep? I am a big girl now. I take care of myself.... except when I dont feel like :) That however does not mean I will stop bugging you. That also does not mean i stopped staring at the sky looking for faces in the clouds, nor does it mean i dont open the cream biscuits to first lick the cream and then eat the biscuit. 

I was taught in school that a letter has to have three paragraphs and this was almost a forced one only to show respect to my english teachers who had worked hard to teach me how to pronounce ghost as 'goust.' Wish my maths teacher had concentrated as much on me and I on her.anyways thats a different story....... Writing a letter after very many years is not an easy task i figured. Words fail me in my second paragraph and I have a third one left!

So here I come to it! Third paragraph is more of give my love to so and so. Reply soon, take care etc. But I take the liberty to tell you that I miss being a part of the time and place to which you belong today. I am scared too at times that life will engulf us in our individual folds. In its blinding lights, even if we reach out for each other we may miss each other by inches. And when that happens I will write you a letter just like the one here.

Take care......