Who can deny the beauty and the timelessness of a letter?? That was my big question (rhetorical,of course!) after exiting the hall of the theater last night. Albert R.Gurney managed to pass the message of the uniqueness and the concrete pure romance through the lifelong correspondence of Andrew Makepeace Ladd III and Melissa Gardner.There was no need to put the pieces of the puzzle in order to get a clear picture.The story unfolded conceivably in front of the audience just through the recitation of the letters.The applause replaced the expected thrill and the thrill our emotional satisfaction.For a moment I felt the need to run straight at home and start writing to all my past and current friends and,thus,giving myself the satisfaction of filling a fresh piece of paper with words-words of love,happiness,sadness,oblivion,desire,loneliness.Words that would be read by people I love and I miss.Words that would stay on the paper forever and could be kept in a little box,accompanied maybe by a card or a photograph.But then....who would reply to me??
Since we entered the "e-" era, handwritten mailing has faded.To be more precise, it has been vanished.Of course,I am not going to put the blame on Lord Internet,God Google and the angel-like social media.I wouldn't have the opportunity to communicate my thoughts,otherwise.But no matter how many years will pass,I won't stop considering correspondence as the most beautiful and strong way of communication.It's the oddity of the handwriting,the color or the simplicity of the paper and the pen used,the concise or the garrulous style of the letter,the words that have something to tell.Some happy news,a routine description,a big change in life,a confession..uh!yes,a confession.Or maybe nothing.Punctuations..some question marks,some fullstops.Continuing spots which leave the meaning up to your judgement.
But above these,it's the resistance in time.Letters can not die.Even if you burn them or tear them up, they will have told their story.Letters are a sort of humans' expansion.An expansion of our hands and,most of all,of our feelings.This kind of expansion can not be written down in Tahoma or Arial style.It is you who reposed a piece of you in them.And you give life to the words which,in turn,repose your piece in the receiver.That's the humane splendor. And when years pass,those letters are still there bringing back memories and remind you of people and incidents that once existed in your life..or still do.
Even now I can recall the period of my childhood when I was corresponding with my cousins and a girl from Germany.Every time I had the same feeling of anticipation.When I would find the next letter down of my door.Along with our letters,there were numerous of photographs and cart-postal from family holidays or European cities I have never been.On 2001 I lost the traces of my German friend after she moved and I never learnt her new address.Believe it or not,I have been searching for her since then.As for my cousins,we kept on corresponding each other for many years till another letter, letter "e-",came into our lives.All those letters were kept in my own special memory box.
It was three months ago,when I opened the memory box again.I found a letter from my cousins,year 1999,saying they were waiting for us to come for the Christmas holidays.Happiness replaced my thrill and the thrill replaced my tears!!!
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