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Five Sentence Fiction – Letters

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With a determination to clean the clutter she entered  the storeroom , while arranging things she saw  the box containing old letters ,they always made her   forget everything and as always   took the box to her bedroom , scattered all the letters on the bed and started going through them.

She became nostalgic seeing the letters from parents, siblings, friends, children, relatives , all written with great emotion love and concern, some giving advice, some asking for advice, sharing happiness and sorrows.

Nowadays emails, e cards has taken place of hand written letters and the touch was missing, love and hugs on-line and on letters have a vast difference as when one wrote with pen on paper it carried the touch of the writer and when post-person  delivered it with a smile ,the day looked so bright.

She promised to herself that from today she will write at least one letter everyday. herself

She took out the long forgotten letter pad and started to write something but was surprised as  accustomed  to typing her fingers refused,  nowadays she used them only for signings some documents or forms and for everything  else she was herself  depended on computer.


About Indira

I knew all along that life is about, love, compassion, compatibility and friendship, but now I have discovered that life is also about sharing thought, encouraging others and getting encouraged. So here I am with my blogs about life, friendship, love, and whatever life has taught me.

14 responses »

  1. Good one Indira! So true, I miss the paper hand written notes 🙂


  2. There’s the seed of a good story there. Germination might bring a lot of pleasure.


  3. I so agree with your fondness for the hand-written note. Unfortunately I developed a pronounced “idiopathic tremor” (meaning, they don’t know what caused it). But I found trying to write with my non-dominant hand settled me down if I remember to practice every day. Soon I hope to be ambidextrous and can enjoy the flow of the pen on paper. Meanwhile I type on.


  4. Yes. I used to be a prolific writer in the old-fashioned way. These days, its mostly on the keyboard – and yet I love to receive a handwritten letter or card in the post. Perhaps its time to change that.


  5. I really love this, the reality and the sentiment.
    Here’s my story:



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