As I see the Postman approaching, my heart skips a beat, and immediately I start wondering if there is anything in store for me – an everlasting hope! He comes and hands over a brown envelope and leaves.
After seeing the familiar and dearly loved handwriting on the envelope, I find myself smiling idiotically. The world around blurs dramatically, in that state of pure bliss, the rest of the world goes unnoticed. I rush to my room with a huge grin on my face. I literally tear that envelope apart to see that much-awaited piece of paper…paper that travelled all these miles…for me! The thought is so soothing that it leaves me smiling once again. I get all cosy on my bed and I start reading the letter…as I read I imagine the writer writing it, I read my nickname and I smile once again. Whatever that it contains, I know that it has been written for me and my joy knows no bounds!
After reading it many times, ‘memorising ‘would be a better word. I fold that letter carefully and put it in my folder…a folder made for words…words that heal..!!