It was a mentally exhaustive day yesterday. There are reasons that have kept me tensed and nervous recently. Although, I really do not need reasons to be tensed about. Anyway, it was one of those days when I feel like just running away somewhere from everything and get some peace. And then I just come back home at the end of the day.
When I reached home after work and grocery, I was not in mood of doing anything. Nothing interested and excited me; I just wished the time to pass. Like every day, I checked the postbox out of habit and not really expecting any mail. Therefore, what a pleasant surprise it was when I found a mail waiting for me! And it was not some boring statement, it was a letter. A letter from Nisha!
I love handwritten letters. And saying that a real letter in my postbox makes me really happy says about my adoration for snail mails. I dropped my bag on the chair. And before I even took of the winter coat or the shoes, I had to open the envelope and enjoy its contents. It was a small letter from my little girl Nisha.
In a childish hand, she wrote her first letter for me. She will be promoted to fifth standard soon. Quite a big girl she is! Her favorite color she says is pink and she loves playing kitchen. Girls will be girls always. I remember playing with my dolls and my play-kitchen when I was her age. The whole afternoon after school would find me busy handing my little ‘home’. I remember how I love, okay I still love, every shades of pinks, reds and other similar bright hues. Her favorite season is rainy season. As I read her words, it also echoed my laughter while getting drenched in rain. She loves chocolates and ice-cream like everyone. She loves studying Bengali in school. I wonder which books she reads. I read, she likes to watch cartoons, I wonder which ones. Her small likings and little dreams. As the letter was talking to me, I could imagine her bright eyes and smile. I imagined her as the little girls fluttering around, chirping along. It was such a delight.
I looked at the little picture she had drawn for me. A little hut with a tree on the field, a lake with a boat tied on the edge, a rising sun. The picture reminded me of the hundreds of the same picture I had drawn in my notebooks. The same curve of the earth as the lake starts. The same haphazard movements of the color pencil to fill the shapes.
It is not only getting a letter from my girl, it is also going back to my childhood. It is realizing how every child whispers the same wishes. Nisha is not much different than I was 15 years ago. She loves eating everything sweet. She loves to play, to be carefree and get wet in rain. Everything little and bright attracts her. Her role model is people she sees around her, and she wishes to be like them, a teacher. Reading the letter left me with such a sense of happiness, fulfillment, bliss…
I was entering my home with a not so perfect mood. And the letter just made me smile…
A little letter can with it bring such great and pure delight, contentment..
The letter was also about a dream..
I read the letter already tens of times. It was even in my bag to work today!
When I reached home after work and grocery, I was not in mood of doing anything. Nothing interested and excited me; I just wished the time to pass. Like every day, I checked the postbox out of habit and not really expecting any mail. Therefore, what a pleasant surprise it was when I found a mail waiting for me! And it was not some boring statement, it was a letter. A letter from Nisha!
I love handwritten letters. And saying that a real letter in my postbox makes me really happy says about my adoration for snail mails. I dropped my bag on the chair. And before I even took of the winter coat or the shoes, I had to open the envelope and enjoy its contents. It was a small letter from my little girl Nisha.
In a childish hand, she wrote her first letter for me. She will be promoted to fifth standard soon. Quite a big girl she is! Her favorite color she says is pink and she loves playing kitchen. Girls will be girls always. I remember playing with my dolls and my play-kitchen when I was her age. The whole afternoon after school would find me busy handing my little ‘home’. I remember how I love, okay I still love, every shades of pinks, reds and other similar bright hues. Her favorite season is rainy season. As I read her words, it also echoed my laughter while getting drenched in rain. She loves chocolates and ice-cream like everyone. She loves studying Bengali in school. I wonder which books she reads. I read, she likes to watch cartoons, I wonder which ones. Her small likings and little dreams. As the letter was talking to me, I could imagine her bright eyes and smile. I imagined her as the little girls fluttering around, chirping along. It was such a delight.
I looked at the little picture she had drawn for me. A little hut with a tree on the field, a lake with a boat tied on the edge, a rising sun. The picture reminded me of the hundreds of the same picture I had drawn in my notebooks. The same curve of the earth as the lake starts. The same haphazard movements of the color pencil to fill the shapes.
It is not only getting a letter from my girl, it is also going back to my childhood. It is realizing how every child whispers the same wishes. Nisha is not much different than I was 15 years ago. She loves eating everything sweet. She loves to play, to be carefree and get wet in rain. Everything little and bright attracts her. Her role model is people she sees around her, and she wishes to be like them, a teacher. Reading the letter left me with such a sense of happiness, fulfillment, bliss…
I was entering my home with a not so perfect mood. And the letter just made me smile…
A little letter can with it bring such great and pure delight, contentment..
The letter was also about a dream..
I read the letter already tens of times. It was even in my bag to work today!
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