“Tanya, there’s a letter for
you…………..”
Letter? For me?who on earth would be writting a letter, that to me ?jeru?
deepika? Tia? Who could be it be?
No.they are all probably too busy to write to me. I took the letter in my hand
. A smile spread across my face…I knew.the neatly placed stamp still had its
freshness, from his rare collections..
and the address, printed out and pasted. No one could have done that
other than just one person-Papa.he was a
perfectionist. I carefully tore open the letter ,like a child afraid to spill
the unknown treasure inside…………….
I took out the neatly folded
paper.( His handwriting had made it almost impossible for me to make out heads and tails out of it.i never
mentioned it to him, but I guess he eventually figured that one out, when I started replying on topics rarely related to his. He switched
to printing his letter. :D )my heart filled with joy as I read through his
piece. I’d call it a piece, each letter a message, a piece of encouragement,
hope for better, promise of a brighter future, and support above all………..
all through my 11th
and 12th, whenever I’ve felt
like just throwing away those piles of entrance books and running away like a
maniac(seen that scene in MANICHITRATAZHU,
where shobana runs during the exam, loved that part!! ), his letter would
arrive unexpectedly and give me a new
rainbow of hope. I’ve always loved letters, especially his letters.the feeling
of getting a letter in your own address, the rare smell of the paper , glue &
stamp, the unique beauty of each handwriting,his rare collection of stamps and
the small reminder after each letter.-“ps: tanu, don’t throw away the stamp :).”,
and a caricature of us,……. writing and reading a letter had a beauty in itself,
that has been killed by e-mails, sms and phone calls of this gen..
i placed the letter
carefully,preserved, with the others which
I’ve received over these two
years…this would probably be the last one. I was going back home…..it had been
two years but papa was the same. His letters were a proof of that. THANK YOU, PAPA………………….
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