Lakshmi Pratury: The lost art of letter-writing
Today we want to share with you a touching talk about something that is particularly interesting for many Postcrossers: the lost art of letter-writing.
The speaker is Lakshmi Pratury and she shares her view on the importance of (hand-)writing in an age of technology; how writing has created a special bond between her and her father that no technology would be able to.
We felt really inspired after watching it and we hope you will to.
For a high quality version or for subtitles in many languages, visit this page.

15 comments so far
I have a few postcards that my grandfather wrote to me when I was around 5 years old. He talked about fishing and snow. They are some of my favorite cards. (Yes, I have many favorites :-)
I love what the lady said about leaving a legacy for the next generation that is written. Very very important.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful video
One of the joys of postcrossing for us is seeing the children learning how to communicate with the world via a brief message on a postcard. Some begin with "What do I say?" and progress to "Any cards for me to write today?" as soon as they come in the Library after school.
This postcrossing is such a wonderful idea! Thank you so much to the creators. And thank you to everyone who has sent us a card (or will be sending one.)
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I hug and keep well every single written word I found from my parents after they died early and there are a few postcards under it. They are so special to me and I hope, my children will also remind how I enjoyed writing. Thank you for sharing!
@hcn: what a wonderfull thing to do! Unfortunately, we waited about 18 years before giving up hope, but now I write to my sisters little girl, who always comes cuddling up because then she's "aunties little girl too" . One day I hope she'll understand how much i love her for that little gesture of her, just by reading my notebook ...
Now I thought about the thing that me and my friends used to write letters to each other in our childhood. Now they're a great memento of these young, naive, happy days.
I hope our habit won't die now, when we have much less time.