I remember the time when mobile phones were a piece of luxury and not a part of the intricacies of daily lifestyle. Telephones were the common grandfather in all households, fixed at one corner, blessing anyone who needed to talk to someone far away. I also remember we used to have a Caller I.D. machine delicately attached to the telephone set so that we could retrieve the identification of callers, to back up last 10 calls and a little few more magics could be done with that small square shaped box. This was the time when I was very little but young enough to know how to communicate through words - Letters. And with letters I mean hand-written scribbled pages not mails composed on computers.
Those days, letters were like a big giant sun; blinding everyone under its effect. It was another strongest and probably the most cherishing way of communication. I loved writing them and was skilled in many ways. I would write every letter with loads of love and attachment. For a person like me, I can never write to anyone with whom I have less of an affection. So the person at the receiving end of my letters would always feel special and smile over the ways I had addressed things on the pages. Those were good times when we inevitably had to show our love and concern this way. This memory, in fact, is another unforgettable page from my life.