The forgotten art of writing letters


We don’t write letters anymore. There are umpteen number of reasons for not doing so. But for me, letters are precious, its like being a part of someone life in that very moment when they decide to write to you. Every time I read these old letters I feel as much love as I would have in their presence.

This letter is dated 22-Apr-1998

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Mittened Hands




To my parents….on Your Anniversary!


Among the many things I remember of all these years, is that Mummy has patiently and lovingly listened to all my blabbering right from my school days (which also includes the million letters I wrote to her from boarding which included stories of Mrs Minimeow and her kittens) to all the office grapevine and happenings. Being in two different cities has not changed things, thanks to the free call (what an Idea sirji). She knows everyone and everything from my life and never grows tired of listing to me.


And Papa…well, he has been there for us, every single time! If it was a red remark in my school calendar asking him to meet my class teacher or surprising me and my sister for an exeat while we were in boarding or dropping by my office just to check if I was doing alright (now that I am married and away from him). He has always been there!


They have given us a memorable childhood and a whole lot of things to cherish in life. My sister ones said, “….Mummy, Papa have given us the window to a whole new world….”


Thank you is too small a word to describe how I feel about all that you have done for us. It may be your anniversary but it’s a day we all celebrate.


Sending you unconditional, heart-felt, pure love on this day and forever!!


My first writing sprint! April 2014

What a wonderful day it was! 12th April 2014!

NaNoWriMo had their writing marathon and I was a complete virgin to this experience with absolutely no idea what I was to do in such marathons. I had been procrastinating for the longest of time and haven’t written a word since my last post back in 2013.

I joined NaNoWriMo last year but haven’t really explored it much. So this time when I found a flood of mails from them on this writing marathon, I wondered how and if something like this works? And boy was I surprised or what! It’s such a rush of emotions to see and know fellow writers all joining in, setting their own targets and communicating with each other purely through the keyboard tapping noise or scribbling noise of pen and paper.
The prompts, hangout sessions, tweets all building up the excitement through the 8 hours spread across the continents.

It was all like an actual marathon where when you spot the finish line you try and push yourself more with every ounce of energy that may be left in you. At the same time spending almost an entire day in your own wonderland. Letting yourself go, from one thought to another branching thought and relishing it. I felt like a kid who was out to play after their final exams.

I can’t wait to back to another such writing sprints soon.