The spring when I entered primary school, my aunt gave me a bunch of pre-stamped postcards.
“So that you can write to your friends.” That’s what she told me as she handed me the gift.
The postcards came in three packages. Each with five cards, all different designs. Suddenly, I had many postcards in my possession.
The problem was that, at the age of seven, I didn’t have the habit of writing and sending a postcard to anyone. Since all my friends lived close by, I didn’t need to send one either.
Still, I liked the postcards and kept them in my paper collection in the drawer.
Nearly three decades later, I still have those postcards. Recently, I was looking for a card where I could write a small letter to my friend when I came across one of my aunt’s postcards. After all these years, I’m finally using them as she wished me to.