Let me start it with famous saying " Qassid ke aate aate Khat ek aur likh rakhna , mein jaanta hoon woh jo likhenge jawaab mein " , reminds me of ancient times when a messenger used to take the messages written from one person to other. The messages written on piece of paper, leaves and even cloth. the times changed and then around 1700's , postoffice came into existence. It was then i , the letter , came into existence. It was like a re-birth. People started writing to each other , to relatives far off and to friends near to heart. By mid 1900's , i became the most important part of communications. I was in seventh heaven , with so many people waiting for me to come , for so many songs dedicated to me. There were so many types of me written , one from father to daughter, from lover to other , so on .. but one which made me cry , and had faced rainy days were those written by kins of army personnel. So many times they were so full of emotions that i lost myself. I was no longer a piece of paper , i was a feeling , a memory , a moment to cherished and kept. To be read again and again , for many times, to be hidden under bed , to be put on a notice board , to be shown to entire town .. that was me. People used to wait for me , and I was a V.I.P. , i used to love friends snatching the letters and running the entire city , though it hurt sometimes.
I remember of some instances when an innocent boy fearing his father ate me away on receiving a letter from her to be wife. But then came the computers, they renamed letter to mail. Post offices are being replaced by MailBox , and letters by emails. They say they dont need me anymore , they cant send the same message to hundred other friends they would have loved to. They claim not to have used a pen for a century now , and dont know where post office is. They dont understand my charisma , my charm. they dont understand the fragnance i carry , the smiles i bring to friend's face that your e-mails dont , the emotions i convey. The spell checks u have , but its fun to read mis-spelled words. you might need to send same message to hundred , but atleast send it through me to one who is more than what a hundred means to you.
For just take out your fav pens , dust it off , sheet of paper and write a letter to your near and dear ones , fragnance it and put it in post box. Ah!! you dont know where it is , there is an alternative. they say courier it . Do it once , for me . Please let me cherish my youth once more.
Once more , let me see a beam of smile on your parents face one more time , once more let a drooping cup of tea be placed on my body , to be lifted to leave cup marks on it , once more let me hear a discussion over a parrty , once more let me be kept secretly in pages of books ,before i die in pages of history ..
Just once more please ......
