A letter arrived from Dida (my grandmom). I've always looked forward to these little envelopes of magic since I was a little girl and even in my university days, these have remained more important to me than my then lover boy's mails. Quite queer of us, we have a whole set of differences betwixt us and we do not agree on most of the things, yet at the end of every month, both of us sit down pen and paper in hand writing out whatever comes to our mind. Sometimes, they are even little sketches that appear like emoticons and we keep gluing toffee wrappers, petals of the first flower that bloomed in our garden, tickets of a just watched movie or concert and many more and they all sail to the other part of the world...and for all this she would never sit in front of a computer and speak to me on a skype or g-talk. Neither would I :)