No mails...

Long long time ago, there was a mailbox that received interesting mails. Long mail, short mail but mails nonetheless. The owner of the mailbox would come shake the box and check its content every now and then. Once she had sent a mail, she would eagerly await its reply . Shuffling the box again and again (read refreshing her browser ;) ) she would wish the reply to finally arrive.

There were times when she would have to wait for a week or so before a quirky mail came. Most of the times, it would lift her spirits. It was fun. To write and to receive. She always loved this kind of communication. When she was in school, she made a few pen pals. One of her pen friend mentioned CDs in a letter, our dear writer was clueless as to what a capital C and a capital D together meant. Ah..the electronic age was yet to tap on the doors of the lovely valley. Till then it was lovey dovey valentine messages and poems that friends queued up to be written on their behalves. All the messages began with a To, you and ended with from me. This was an excellent form of anonymity. And our dear writer wondered if a career in Archies or Hallmark was in offing :P

Hand written letters gave way to emails. Her fingers were dexterous and not at all blind. They keyed (no more penning) expressive notes and clicked on the SEND button. A far away friend would log in and read these notes. Probably smile at her innocence and archive the mail for later reading and answering.

"My mailbox is experiencing a drought... I know why...because I send no mails anymore... " The writer had sighed recently. "I wish I had a mail", was her parting shot, before we both moved away to pick our coffee mugs and log into our respective FBs.

More on FB laterz...

May be you might like to send a mail to someone you haven't for a long time... For the surprise factor... May be I will send a few tonight!