For me, these postal letters have very special place. I started writing letters at the age of 9. When I went to hostel my father gave me a bunch of pre addressed post cards and envelopes to write letters to him regularly. There were no mobiles allowed in our hostel and only one land line phone instrument was there for around 100-150 girls, so it was difficult to get the line connected for STD calls.
Letters were the only way to convey my stories to him.
I still remember the time of assembly in hostel when I used to wait for letter announcements because my letter used to be there every 3-4 days.
I wrote letters to home in every situation, when I was feeling home sick, when I could not understand the lesson in class, when I had a fight with my friend, when my room mate was not well and the list goes on. I used to mention every single thing from the queue in bathroom till the menu of dinner in hostel.
My father has made file of all my letters and has preserved them with him.
Similarly, I have a file of letters I received from my father with me and when ever I feel low, I read them just to feel good.
The beauty of physical letters cannot be compared with emails, SMSs and now the Whats App chats.
Living & Learning- simultaneous processes!