I don't remember when one last went to a post office to drop off a letter or card for loved ones. In this high-tech age, where it is quite easy to shuttle from one city to another, from one state to another or from one country to another, keeping in touch through letters has become a thing of the past, especially among the youth. To convey a message either to friends or cousins, one just logs on to one's e-mail account, scribbles a few lines and hits the send button.
Job done.
Those days are gone when my friends and cousins used to receive volumes of letters and cards from me, every month. During my school days, letter writing not only brought immense pleasure but also gave one's tender brain a lot of exercise. At times, these letters or cards would be accompanied with beautiful postcards or family photographs. And, of course, the replies always made my day. However, among all these replies, the blue inland letters from my grandfather were cherished the most. The internet and e-mail diminished the frequency of my letters. Even my folks in Darjeeling switched over to the fast electronic system. Now, they are just a mouse click away from me. This became the default mode of staying in touch with family and friends. Till a postman knocked on my door the other day. As he handed me an airmail letter sent from Belgium, it took me down memory lane when letters would arrive in envelopes. And not to forget grandpa's inland letters. The airmail brought with it a warm feeling that somehow an e-mail never can. The sender was a friend who one had lost touch with for the past 15 years. I was engulfed by nostalgia while going through it. She said she chanced upon my postal address on a social networking site on the web. To receive four pages of letter from a long-lost friend, written with a fountain pen which she always used when we were in school, was like a breath of fresh air to me. The time she invested in writing that letter and the emotions that it packed are unfathomable. It wasn't as fast as an e-mail as it reached me 15 days after she posted it, but the priceless warmth of the letter will remain with me forever.