There was an entire emotive experience attached even to letter reading. The agonizing wait, the anticipation, the excitement and the satisfaction. The thrill of tearing the envelope open, pulling out the letter and carefully unfolding them, passing them from hand to hand, the tendency to peek and huddle while one read them aloud. The touch, the texture, the scent of paper and the ink used. The papery smell, at times musty and damp, at times dry and dusty, weather worn and bearing traces of their journey.
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Books, movies & a note to myself: Write
Hello stranger, I am going to speak to you and then some to myself. A word of caution though, I as a whisperer to the best of my knowledge am both uncertain and unreliable. As I sit to put some words to paper at 3 in the morning, the hour of the dead, I rememberContinue reading “Books, movies & a note to myself: Write”
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