Of odds and evens

Early this morning something triggered off the memory of an old letter that had introduced me to the idiom"pot calling the kettle black"and the sudden realization hit me that I had destroyed all old letters from friends and relatives in a fit of cleaning long years back.The more fool I, for not anticipating and preparing for the day when phones and emails and worse,sms's,would replace the precious,frail letter writing papers and we would no longer have the luxury of luxuriating over the professed undying friendships of friends we have lost sight of completely while learning to grow up and thence to grow old:(I, who keeps on castigating her yang part of never writing a word of love to mope over when he becomes sometimes indifferent, sometimes distant...I had destroyed even those missives which might not have been love letters but atleast had been written lovingly.Although to be frank in these times even I have faltered and failed entirely when I have tried to pen a letter to someone just for the heck of it,for practice instead of sending a virtual card or a trite sms.....