November 18 2016

Letters & Notes


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.

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November 18 2016

Day#18, I always wanted to


I’ve always wanted to be extraordinarily knowledgeable and you don’t get that from a different kind of job other than to own a bookstore. Most of the successful writers have owned bookstores. I like being surrounded by smart people, I feel it boosts my own potential, and where else would one find all the smartness under one roof except in a bookstore?

I often dream about owning a bookstore with a cafe serving one of the best coffees in town with varieties of cakes. Bookstore is a place where everyone can gain and acquire knowledge thus be inspiring, and the messages which books carry are so powerful that they revolutionize our lives. I just really like books; I really like coffee; and I like hanging out in bookstores.

For an English major like with me a PhD in Business Management, bookstores have a consecrated class, the silence of a temple crowded with fictitious figures, with no statues or stained glass, only names of the demigods written on the colourful spines coating the shelves. I don’t think people will stop reading, or buying, paper books anytime soon in this age of e-books.

Surrounded by the smell of good books and brewing coffee, maybe even some Chinese board games, pretty wooden chairs, with a strict note – ipads and kindles not allowed, nesting bibliophiles is a world where I always travel to where I find myself owning a bookstore.

I want to give people that they’re proud of, a place where there’s always something happening, be it an author event, a reading group, a coffee morning, an evening of music or poetry, or just a place where they can be inspired by something they find on the shelves.

I love people, I love talking to them. I want to know everything about them and when the interaction has to do with books or reading. I can talk about books forever. And because I believe that books are personal, I feel like I’m really getting to know people when we’re talking about books. My personal reason for wanting to open a bookstore is that I feel like it is the realest, most genuine and personal way that I can connect with people. By designing a space, filling it with books that I’ve chosen, and inviting people into that world, involving them in the making and growth of that world: that feels like inviting them into my life in the realest intellect I can envisage.

Observably I know this dream would not come true, But just to imagine it is enough for me. Luckily, there are people in the world who possess the knowhow and get-up-and-go to turn such dreams into a potentially working reality. I say so because it is getting harder to open such a concern.

For now I feel like I’m walking on clouds” just by sharing my dream and I guess that would actually happen if my dream comes true.

This Post is written for Day#18 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.


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