Today's technology has robbed us of those fine sentiments that used to accompany every written communication in the past. I can't remember when did I last write a letter in my own handwriting.
Those were the times when postman's arrival evoked much anticipation. Handwritten address on the envelope conveyed warmth. While opening it, you could visualize the face of the writer. If the letter happens to be from a heart-throb, almost certainly a whiff of sweet fragrance would fill your nostrils. Recognition of the sender from the handwriting would instantly change the priority of the hour. Every word of the letter would be lapped through the eyes paying due attention to its writing, placement, emphasis or even cancellation as an afterthought. Each of these observations could convey unwritten thoughts going through the writer's mind several hundred miles away. A word with smudged ink in the middle of a sentimental sentence won't fail to present the vision of uncontrollable sobs. A dried rose-leaf folded between the papers would bring forth the whole bouquet of sweetest emotions.
Those were the times when postman's arrival evoked much anticipation. Handwritten address on the envelope conveyed warmth. While opening it, you could visualize the face of the writer. If the letter happens to be from a heart-throb, almost certainly a whiff of sweet fragrance would fill your nostrils. Recognition of the sender from the handwriting would instantly change the priority of the hour. Every word of the letter would be lapped through the eyes paying due attention to its writing, placement, emphasis or even cancellation as an afterthought. Each of these observations could convey unwritten thoughts going through the writer's mind several hundred miles away. A word with smudged ink in the middle of a sentimental sentence won't fail to present the vision of uncontrollable sobs. A dried rose-leaf folded between the papers would bring forth the whole bouquet of sweetest emotions.
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