Letters - the term itself defines the meaning ... Letters - filled up with handwritten alphabets (Letters). Such a beautiful way of expressing or may be smoothest way of talking while being mute right ? But it speaks millions, millions for that particular moment and for years years and years. Letters are magical as if it holds the smell of that person who wrote it or kind of visual illusion which comes straight to your mind, an illusion of the person who wrote it. Especially the handwriting - that is priceless. You even can feel it while caressing the pen strokes over each and every letters, words or sentences. Sometimes letters express many of the emotions which can not be uttered verbally. Another excitement is to open the envelope and exploring the words. The anxiety throws the highest peak of adrenaline rush.
Whatsapp, Facebook messenger, or any other chat applications which we use now a days for fast and easy communication can never replace the essence of letters anytime. Being a technical worker I believe in this. Technology might have helped us to speak instant worldwide but the only thing which is terribly missed in these messaging services is WAIT.. Obviously this was the biggest drawback of handwritten letters for which telegrams came up and then so on and so on ... but that WAIT is something which excites me much and if it is a REPLY then nothing else matters.
Sadly but truly writing letters with our own handwriting has gone so far. No one has that time to write for someone with pen and paper when easiest things are available easily. Since childhood I have been writing letters to my closest people. People who I love, I care most. In school it was kind of a silly game but yes when I think of it now, I feel really good. The game was like - One needed to write a letter consisting poem or any verse written for only another friend and other friend would do the same. Only after coming back to home we would read them and on the next day the replies. I remember myself writing small poems for my friends. And even for asking sorry to my mother or any of my family members, what I could think of fast was writing a letter with an envelop that would open with a Big SMILEY.. Reading old letters have some miracles in them, it refreshes the old essence, that particular timeframe which reappears for a time being. That is million worthy.
I am penning down few movies here which touched me because of this LETTER facts.
1. The Notebook
“In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
2. Message in a bottle
"My Darling Catherine,
Where are you? And why, I wonder as I sit alone in a darkened house, have we been forced apart?
I don’t know the answer to these questions, no matter how hard I try to understand. The reason is plain, but my mind forces me to dismiss it and I am torn by anxiety in all my waking hours. I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.
I try to remember the way we once were, on the breezy deck of Happenstance. Do you recall how we worked on her together? We became a part of the ocean as we rebuilt her, for we both knew it was the ocean that brought us together. It was times like those that I understood the meaning of true happiness. At night, we sailed on blackened water and I watched as the moonlight reflected your beauty. I would watch you with awe and know in my heart that we’d be together forever. Is it always that way, I wonder, when two people are in love? I don’t know, but if my life since you were taken from me is any indication, then I think I know the answers. From now on, I know I will be alone.
I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn’t enough. It will never be enough, this I know, yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.
Is it possible that you know how I feel without you? When I dream, I like to think you do. Before we came together, I moved through life without meaning, without reason. I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step toward finding you. We were destined to be together.
But now, alone in my house, I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him, and I find myself wondering why—out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved—I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.
Garrett " ― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a bottle
3. Letters to Juilet
“Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like: love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. And Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet”
― Lise Friedman, Letters to Juliet
4. The longest ride
“I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you, for my words always feel inadequate. I imagine using red for your passion and pale blue for your kindness; forest green to reflect the depth of your empathy and bright yellow for your unflagging optimism. And still I wonder: can even an artist’s palette capture the full range of what you mean to me?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
And it would be insufficient if I start writing about Rabindranath Tagore or Saratchandra Chattopadhay's novels and the shades of letters in them...to be continued in other Letter series.
Posted By Debarati Datta Read about me here blogging since 2011 Copyright © Debarati Datta Privacy Policy
Whatsapp, Facebook messenger, or any other chat applications which we use now a days for fast and easy communication can never replace the essence of letters anytime. Being a technical worker I believe in this. Technology might have helped us to speak instant worldwide but the only thing which is terribly missed in these messaging services is WAIT.. Obviously this was the biggest drawback of handwritten letters for which telegrams came up and then so on and so on ... but that WAIT is something which excites me much and if it is a REPLY then nothing else matters.
Sadly but truly writing letters with our own handwriting has gone so far. No one has that time to write for someone with pen and paper when easiest things are available easily. Since childhood I have been writing letters to my closest people. People who I love, I care most. In school it was kind of a silly game but yes when I think of it now, I feel really good. The game was like - One needed to write a letter consisting poem or any verse written for only another friend and other friend would do the same. Only after coming back to home we would read them and on the next day the replies. I remember myself writing small poems for my friends. And even for asking sorry to my mother or any of my family members, what I could think of fast was writing a letter with an envelop that would open with a Big SMILEY.. Reading old letters have some miracles in them, it refreshes the old essence, that particular timeframe which reappears for a time being. That is million worthy.
I am penning down few movies here which touched me because of this LETTER facts.
1. The Notebook
“In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
2. Message in a bottle
"My Darling Catherine,
Where are you? And why, I wonder as I sit alone in a darkened house, have we been forced apart?
I don’t know the answer to these questions, no matter how hard I try to understand. The reason is plain, but my mind forces me to dismiss it and I am torn by anxiety in all my waking hours. I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.
I try to remember the way we once were, on the breezy deck of Happenstance. Do you recall how we worked on her together? We became a part of the ocean as we rebuilt her, for we both knew it was the ocean that brought us together. It was times like those that I understood the meaning of true happiness. At night, we sailed on blackened water and I watched as the moonlight reflected your beauty. I would watch you with awe and know in my heart that we’d be together forever. Is it always that way, I wonder, when two people are in love? I don’t know, but if my life since you were taken from me is any indication, then I think I know the answers. From now on, I know I will be alone.
I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn’t enough. It will never be enough, this I know, yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.
Is it possible that you know how I feel without you? When I dream, I like to think you do. Before we came together, I moved through life without meaning, without reason. I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step toward finding you. We were destined to be together.
But now, alone in my house, I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him, and I find myself wondering why—out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved—I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.
Garrett " ― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a bottle
3. Letters to Juilet
“Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like: love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. And Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet”
― Lise Friedman, Letters to Juliet
4. The longest ride
“I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you, for my words always feel inadequate. I imagine using red for your passion and pale blue for your kindness; forest green to reflect the depth of your empathy and bright yellow for your unflagging optimism. And still I wonder: can even an artist’s palette capture the full range of what you mean to me?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
And it would be insufficient if I start writing about Rabindranath Tagore or Saratchandra Chattopadhay's novels and the shades of letters in them...to be continued in other Letter series.
Posted By Debarati Datta Read about me here blogging since 2011 Copyright © Debarati Datta Privacy Policy
Feeling nostalgic :)
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