Letters to a daughter, from a father.......

I love writing letters.

(When i say writing letters i mean personal letters and not official letters which i write every other day !!!!!!!!!)

Its another that i have not written one ever since i lost my dad some eight years ago. I used to write to him almost every other week when i was staying in the hostel in Delhi. I remember I would rush from my school to the hostel during lunch time to catch the postman just in time(He used to come to the nearby hostels during the lunchtime at around 1.45 pm!).Ordinary posts we used to receive via our mesenger in the rooms only but registered posts were delivered only in person. And Dad always used to send me registered posts(he never sent letters without a DD to me!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

I have preserved his letters along with the envelopes till today.The yellow envelopes on which he used to write my name and address very elegantly with a green hi tech point pen.....and the long letters where he would write about every member in the family. Sometimes he would also write about what plans he had for us and our future.

Ever since he is gone, i have stopped writing letters. Much because of advent of emails, communication is fast and short now. And also maybe i have suffered a withdrawal of emotional intensity. The void that has been created is going to remain lifelong. As i look back, consciously and unconsciously, i have carried out almost all his plans. Sometimes i wonder, how happy he would have been had i written to him saying that i have done this, and i have done that...................and how happy i would have been just writing to him..................