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The Letter That Never Reached Home

June 6, 2020 | By

Not all postcards reached home. The messages, insignificant, timid sometimes urgent strayed and got lost. It always reached somewhere to someone though. But we are all bounded by relevance!!

8 the letter than never reached home

‘মাইনে পেলে সবটা পাঠিও না।
কলকাতা থেকে টিফিন কেক এনো কিন্তু,
মনে করে।’

And that’s all!! Post cards were always open to all. Open for all.

‘Don’t need to send the last penny.
But please, remember to bring the tiffin cakes when you come from Calcutta!’

The last line was definitely written by an amateur. The ‘স্বরবর্ন’ and ‘ব্যঞ্জনবর্ণ’, the Bengali alphabets wrestled with each other to occupy as much of the yellow page, as they could. Maybe the tiny fingers awkwardly gripping the pen while jotting down the urgent wish, desperately wanted to overshadow the previous line, the sensible advice which usually comes from the elderly.

Could be someone of my age. I looked at the front and at the back of the postcard, which was never meant for me, neither the tiny letter box which had our address written in chalky white on it’s olive-green face.

Letters were posted then, the pre-email era and after a long winding road, they were dropped through the slits into the small wooden boxes which looked very much like the tiny bird houses they sell it in Home Depot.

One two anonymous would end up at the wrong home, discarded after a quick look.
But the one that I held in my hand that afternoon, needed to reach a man, a dad probably who had someone waiting for him eagerly. Waiting for him and also for those tiny square cakes, which at my home is hardly considered a treat.

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona – LnC Series by Piu Mahapatra

I hid it in my school bag. Couldn’t throw it, neither post it. Like some thoughts, hidden deep within us, worried to be delivered and so hard to forget.

They stay with us forever and we carry them willingly.

It is wonderful not to know the ending sometimes and more fun when the faces remain unknown. The letter, with it’s wish list stayed with me for many years, till I grew up to loose to it’s value. Like my friends, I grew up fast only to fail slowly to find the charm in small things of life.

(Artwork: Piu Mahapatra)

Click here to read more Letters to Myself During the Days of Corona every Saturday.😊

A painter, facilitator, and art consultant by profession, Piu never let go the opportunity to work around and along with the ‘Curious little George’ of different schools in India and abroad. Her articles on art education and awareness have been published in different contemporary art journals of India and Virginia for more than a decade. She loves to let her hair go down and often makes pathetic attempts to write poetry and short stories for children. The only thing she has ever done good is letting her son soar high and low with his wings open wide and fear-free.
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5 thoughts on “The Letter That Never Reached Home

  • A Bharat

    Wonderfully nostalgic and lovingly painted picture Piu! I belong to the times when those post cards where every tiny area was covered with writing and were eagerly awaited and breathlesly consumed.Oh for those forever lost days
    Thanks!

  • A K Nanda

    Piu’s letters evoke long forgotten memories of childhood, boyhood and manhood and give no inkling about how to deal with them until they disappear on their own and leave you free.

  • A Bharat

    There is a scene in Rajnigandha wherein Deepa sits at the window watching the postman pass her house daily without once stepping in. I remember we used to do the same watch in our younger days. A single letter would be the equivalent of a jackpot then.Well, I have not received a single letter delivered by a postman (actually postwoman in our area) during the last decade, maybe much more.
    Long before Corona email has turned the world upside down. Have you seen the latest M.O form? The space for message is hardly a pin stripe.
    Sic transit gloria!

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