The year was 2003 when I started to write handwritten letters. I never had any pen pal and I still do not fancy the idea of having one. My love affair with hand written letters and notes started when I entered the world of writing essays and debates. This was the time when sending your articles by email were not in fashion. I had to write pages of essays and debates on white plain sheets and send them to the magazine houses for publication. I was in college doing my BCOM when I received my first handwritten letter from a far place called Kathua in Jammu. I had an off white colored post box at home (still in use) and used to check it every day when I returned from college. Not that there was mail for me, but still it was fun looking.
I was the only girl in my class who had interest in stationery and my kit was (and still is) pretty purple colored with bright yellow papers, teddy bears and bright orange and pink envelopes, sparkly stickers. Weekends were letter writing days for me. I used to receive at least 3 letters weekly as a response towards my essays and debates. It would be right to call them as my FANS. Replying these letters was joy as I loved reading what people felt after reading my work. I was just 19 and appreciation and fame at this age was never expected.
I have a deep inclination for anything which is handwritten. I still write my essays (drafts) on paper/notepad before I finalise them and type them out in my laptop. Handwriting is such a torch into someone’s individuality and state of mind. Mine has been quite readable and easy to identify.
Handwriting talks a lot about an individual’s personality. Not knowing my handwriting is not knowing:-
1. That I can’t write straight lines on an un-ruled paper
2. How my fingers move across a page
3. Where I began and where I end
4. The way I see letters in my head
5. The I’s, S’s, M’s, and Y’s
I love pens, but only one pen at once. I change my pens almost every week but my uniball pen has been with me since long though I change colours – sometimes blue, black, red, pink, and orange. I don’t know how or when I first encountered the brand. It doesn’t skip, fade or smudge. It’s smooth to the touch, both in your hands and on the page. And most importantly, it looks good.
It is atypical to receive any sort of handwritten letter these days’; my FANS have now turned e-savvy; instead of letters they send emails. The reply is now being typed rather than handwritten. Oh I miss writing notes and letters.
I personally love the genuineness of a hand-written note. There is something so special about not only receiving one but also writing one. But sadly, Thank you notes have been pushed to the wayside with tweets, wall posts, texts and emails.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
1,477 total views, 3 views today