At some point in the future, we are going to start thinking of our mobile phones in the way we used to think of our pens. But in doing so, we may be surrendering our handwriting—something distinctively human, something more telling about ourselves and more present in moments of the highest happiness and deepest emotion. Ink runs in our veins, and shows the world what we are like.
– Philip Hensher, The Missing Ink: The Lost Art of Handwriting (and Why it Still Matters).
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The happiness we get when we saw a letter from a postman won’t be there, when we get e-mails or electronic greeting cards. I do keep the letters of my friends from school and college days. Love to reread it after so many years.
Hope you are fine, Alexis. Very few posts this year.
TME: Very true. I am busy completing a few books that have strict deadlines and the power cuts are wreaking havoc on my schedules. Also because of the heat and strain my health is not that good and hence the absence of regular posts.