Did you ever have one of those irritating days when the tiny voice in your head squeaks non-stop "declutter-declutter" and you know that until you turn ur 'perrrfect' habitat into the abode of Hygea you're gonna feel like you got chicken stuck between your teeth!Twas on one such days when i was attacking my cupboard that i came across an envelope addressed to me..a letter??..then it came to me!My sister had written that to me from the US about 8 years ago!Looking at the handwriting,holding the letter in my hands i felt suddenly much closer to her than all the internet correspondence we have been maintaining all these years..true the world is a much smaller place now but aren't we just rushing through time instead of treasuring it..
I have hundreds of digital photographs stacked away in folders n cds but i do want photos yellowed with time that my grandchildren will someday see and realize with a start that their grandma wasn't born old..Twenty years down the lane i wanna stumble across some letter of mine and say in embarrassment "damn,i was so silly then"..and i wanna remember how well distinguished my handwriting was when i jus learned to dot my i's and cross my t's and how as time passed my l's,t's,s's,r's..wt the heck!every letter appeared carelessly the same!
I will not trade anything,least of all e-books,for the pleasure of flipping through pages,dog-earing where i stopped or what i liked or simply smelling
the musty worn out pages or the fresh papyrus!It is natural if not necessary that electronics has to seep in, but not act as a tourniquet to the beauty of ageing from immortalizing our memories.
