The beautiful sentiment and thought put into writing a hand written letter is something that’s unfortunately been lost in this era of technology and virtual communication.
There was once a time, when the internet had just been born, that the idea of receiving an email was incredibly appealing since we would send and receive letters quite often.
However, times have now changed so that we glance over our emails during our busy and rushed days, yet seldom do we receive a heartfelt, ink scribed letter of affection from loved ones.
Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something rather romantic, and familiar, about lifting a pen and scribbling down our thoughts for someone in specific to read.
Be it a family member, a friend, a pen-pal or the person of your affections, there is a deep sense of appreciation between both people upon seeing the personally drawn words of the sender.


A letter holds a lot of emotional power – upon seeing the font of the author, we find ourselves reminiscing over our past encounters. In each letter of every word, there is an emotional fingerprint, a personal form of identification which has the ability to convey the strength of the writer’s feelings – from sadness and loneliness, to joy and hope.
A hand written letter is, in a sense, a form of poetic expression shared between two people. It is an untold story waiting to be read, and the painfully anticipated answers to our mutually shared hopes.


I still remember writing letters to my dear friends who had moved away when I was a young child, and I recall waiting anxiously for their replies (which often came with a small gift depending on the occasion!) I also recall reading the letters that were exchanged between my grandparents and their families across the world, and it was one of those special moments in childhood where you feel transported to a different place, surrounded by different people, when you read about what their lives were like.
As time moves forward, everything really does become more about ‘faster, better, more convenient’. Just one century ago, we’d hear of stories of lovers who were separated by space and time, and yet their loyalty, hopes and love would never diminish – rather, the anticipation of that letter that would take months to arrive would only strengthen their bond.
Compare that to an age where if we don’t receive a reply text from our loved ones, we somehow feel as though they have betrayed us!
Although efficiency is important in this time, it’s also important to slow down sometimes so that we may absorb the true reality of feelings and emotion around us.


I’ve always had a love for writing letters, though I can honestly say that in recent years I haven’t been able to send as many as I would have liked.
As such, I’ve made it a resolution to try to write a heartfelt letter more often, and I’ll look forward to receiving them too!

Why not pick up that pen and start writing your “To’s” and “Dears” as well!?
Best wishes,





Grass (New Short Story and New Page)


‘Is it over?’

My ears ring with a deafening tone which slowly subsides to a gentle ringing sound. I can suddenly feel grit in my mouth, and the taste of a mix of blood and soil.
The smell of smoke, gunpowder and decaying flesh hits me hard and I slowly begin to feel some movement in my fingers as they slide over my torn flak jacket.

Then, I see. I pry my eyes open, tearing at the crusts of blood that had sewn my eyelashes together, to reveal a sequence of moving blurs.
Apart from a few scuffling sounds, and some distant rumbling, the scene had grown eerily quiet; the battle was over, but who had won?

Slowly, I pull myself up to a sitting position and cringe at the shooting pain I feel travelling through my right leg. I then carry out a mental examination of the damage I have taken and hope to God that I won’t be in need of any amputations.

‘Still in tact… sort of.’

I really don’t want to get up, but I have a feeling that if I don’t then I’ll be left behind for dead.”