And I’m loving the experience of seeing an email in the inbox and reading a long letter at leisure and replying back with natural joy. Its almost a dear-diary kinda scenario but in a way you would frame a letter to the one you love. In the absence of checking in with each other 50 times a day the one letter a day allows for larger discussion, a passage from a book that has captivating you currently, victories in the kitchen, admission of difficulties in acquiring a new skill (in my case I’m struggling to master using chopsticks), a true admission of what reminded one of the other versus the general lip service we unconsciously pay each other(I love you – I love you too).
Got me thinking is there something as too much communication because, if we are not talking to someone we are on Whatsapp with them or on BBM. Otherwise we text or email or Skype or Facetime. Are we over communicating??