Letters

No no. I am not talking about the alphabets. I am talking about the pieces of paper where you write.

You write about this and that and here and there and of course about then and now. And you write about him and her; and may be a little about--- it.

I am talking about all the things that you write down on that piece of paper. The things that you imagine that would come as a reply to those letters. The time that you spend weaving a message that would make that person laugh or cry or even hurt them. I am talking about the effort you put in to get your feelings across.

Yes, I am talking about telling the story which you may not have told otherwise. That particular sentence that you thought of telling this person who matters but could not because you never wanted a reply. Write it down in a letter. Write letters.

Write letters because it feels good. Write letters because it feels good to receive one. It is an amazing feeling to know that somebody actually took some time off to sit down and write a letter to you. It's so good to see the spelling errors which were made because you were anxious and the incomprehensible sentences that contain so much that they hardly make any meaning. Write letters because they can be preserved or can be carried around in the wallet. They are not like mails or text messages which you lose after sometime. Write letters and add a 'p.s'. Trust me it is the best part about it.
  

Write letters because after a while words become so meaningless, when they are spoken that until and unless you put them down in writing, they refuse to make sense. 

P.S: I have always believed that words have a mind of their own. They make sense only when they wish to.