I remember the days when letter writing was an art. We were taught that in school, it was that important. It was the only means of communication in an era where even a fixed line telephone was a luxury. But oh the pleasure!
I still remember checking the post box everyday waiting for the letter from a relative or a cousin to arrive. The pleasure of opening it and reading it cannot be described to the generation today. I know many of my friends would remember the days of postcard and inland letter, the latter for detailed stories.
My grandmother could not read or write very well. So my sister and I were her letter writers and readers. She had a big clan and used to write a letter to someone or the other every day. I used to find it a nuisance at that time as a young girl but now I fondly remember how she used to start with “We are all well here, hope you are too” and end it with “Give my love to all”.
It was the time when most of us had at least one pen pal. Mine was in USA and I wrote to him/her(don’t remember) for a few years. They were different times and the pandemic has sure made me nostalgic. There is something about a physical letter that cannot be replaced by email, phone call or even video calls.
So I decided to have a keepsake for my son. Last year I bought a keepsake box from Kikki-k to leave him some written memories. This will be my gift to him when he is 21! I also wrote a letter to someone today – hopefully they will get it in a few days and feel the same joy I felt when I wrote it.