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You are more than just a degree.

More than a test score. An exam paper. A meretricious rumour.

More than the failures and much more than all the successes combined.

More than even your most obsessive dream.

You are full of insignificant details, full of an underlying, dull palpable strength.

You are desperation. And fiery, burning passion.

You are the light and darkness contained in the cosmos.

You are the shining, thriving burning star, and the dark, sucking black hole.

You are more than all that and then a some more.

You are a contrast. An unmeasurable force. Unmeasurable, yes.

Then why do you end up weighing your worth on those dark, cold nights when your heart is riddled with despair.

Why do you spend these nights retrospecting all the things that make you less?  

Cause honey, if there's one thing that you're not, it is a definition.

Confined and limited by its own words.

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How I Turned Into A Snail-mail Child

Like most, I too have been in love with places I haven't been to and people I haven't met, which is why books and post-crossing fascinate me.

The whole world of snail-mailing opened up to me when I couldn't go home for Raksha Bandhan, and so had to mail the rakhis to my brothers. I had never been to a post-office before that day, although it was right next to the bus stop from where I've been catching buses for the past two years. I was under the pre-conceived notion that snail-mailing has turned extinct and nobody really goes to the post offices anymore. So, imagine my surprise when I enter the post office for the first time and find it full of people and stamps and glue and envelopes and packages and a sign that said "Speedpost Welcomes you" it was like I'd discovered a magical realm or something.
Also, it was cheap. Oh so so cheap.
Thus, started my obsession with snail-mailing.
Initially, I sent cards and letters to friends who I'd lost touch with. I sent letters back home. Scribbling pieces of advice for my younger sibling to treasure. (Yes, I'm filmy like that)
One fine day, thanks to Bookstagram I found myself exchanging addresses with my very first penpal.
Over the course of the past few months, I've made some real friends, exchanged some funny and wise anecdotes from our lives and teas!

I'm a sucker for teas and coffees and my penpals have spoilt me by sending some of the exotic ones.
Oh, the excitement of coming home to a letter that was written just for you, that travelled thousands of kilometers just so you could read it.The excitement of meeting new people from faraway lands, learning about their cultures, customs, ideologies. Talking about books, life, music, deepest secrets, regrets, disappointments, hopes. It's nothing if not beautiful.

Do you write letters? Do you wish to?

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