Letters

I believe writing letters is and will always be the most accurate version of human emotions. There is so much that you write on that parched piece of paper, and all of it is the reflection of the true images in your mind. You might not have said any of it you realize. And then some times, you might not even want the answers to your thoughts. The desire to get those answers has been left behind when you poured it in that letter.

So what do you feel when you have written to someone or to yourself? Perhaps, you have just gulped your favourite drink and savoured the taste of it, only to keep the glass aside, without even trying to remember it.

This is what happens. You have traced the words that swayed from your pen, and now you do not feel like reading them again. You could fantasize about how the recipient might feel after reading them. You could imagine the way they would turn the pages, smell the ink or try to wonder what you had been thinking when you wrote it, but that is it. You imagine about your recipients, not the letter itself. Because there is a soothing essence in the anticipation of that wait- to let your letter reach them, to let them read it, to let them think of how they would respond.

And it is mysteriously addictive, but you love it.

And do you know the most important secret of writing letters? Unlike conversing with someone, you only write words that actually matter. So if you cannot proceed to write your spontaneous emotions to someone, you know you don't want to write to them, you know they are not there in the deepest corners of your emotions, you know you do not find it easy to be vulnerable to them. That's how it is.

Because writing letters to someone is baring the blank spaces of your soul to those who read, for them to paint the parched spaces with their ink.