Hey,
I know you have always loved letters, especially hand-written ones. Well, I agree; they are indeed unique. You may not have received many of them, but I know you still cherish the ones that you received. To me, they symbolize effort, patience, love, and warmth. More than the content, this is what makes them close to my heart.
My journey with letters started when I was around 3, just a toddler. Whenever my mom wrote letters to my grandparents, I told her that I too wanted to write. Well, I could hardly pronounce words or speak proficiently. The funny part is that she used to let me write. Back then, it used to be inland letters, a sheet of paper of fixed dimensions where you write the address on one side, and on the other, you write the content. So, at the end of each letter, my mom left a small space for me to add my writing. But I did not know how to write; still, I had too many stories to tell my grandparents. I guess nothing could stop a determined toddler. Each sentence used to be a circle; let’s call it my script. By the time I finished writing, the bottom part of the inland letter would be full of circles. My mom used to post them, and I have no idea what my grandparents could understand.
Recently, I came across one of those letters; yes, they still had it. I was happy to see those circles because I could imagine the excitement of 3-year-old me. I could sense the warmth and love I had felt while writing those letters—well, circles. It’s been years since I wrote a letter. It’s all about emails and chats now, and why not? They are convenient. But recently, I saw an Instagram profile that encouraged sending handwritten letters, and it reminded me of how much I love them. I cannot send out letters now, so I thought of writing them here. So this will be a series of letters addressed to those individuals I believe should receive them. It’s also a way for me to connect with myself.
Love & warmth,
The nostalgic self
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