I have changed houses, flats, hostel rooms, cities and schools but have carried these with me everywhere I went. The art of letter writing is one of the few things that had a real-life application outside school. I have always been a fan of hand-written notes and the first time I received a letter was from my father and it’s a tradition we’ve kept alive ever since. They may now be yellowing pages, tearing at the creases but they were crisp and white when I received them; the only thing constant is the love that they hold. No walls in my room are ever empty, they all have art or old postcards and dried flowers.