Yet so much to say and convey!
Years ago, I came into the practice of writing letters
Since words were my best friends, they made the best happiest letters.
I loved stamping and posting letters to friends and family
As a kid I loved pasting some stickers or some sort of smiley.
At times I used to get replies, at times I’d write letters to myself
I would write them yearlong and hide them for my birthday in some shelf.
Soon we got into the habit of emails and got busier with life
More than fun, now typing truly felt like a huge strife.
Learning how to type words at first was quite interesting
But losing my letters to emails was quite distressing.
Sooner or later I realized my words felt better on paper with ink
In my hand writing, with neatness and at times the smell of ink.
I felt my fingers hurt to type the smallest of phrases
I wanted to hear the scribbles than the keyboard key noises.
It was amazement at start to get replies at an instant of a second
But I longed for my letter replies, that made me happy each second.
Yes, technology moved way faster getting better advancements for us
But it also took some little pleasures away thus.
I still write letters and post them until the postman has a job
For someday I know, there’d be no books or inks for my job.
For someday, someone won’t cry reading my letter
That day, an email too would lie unread, while it would be a love letter.