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There are Several Letters in that Letter!

Writing informal letters is a cakewalk for most people- and I say so from a certain perspective. In most cases, the subject-matter of  we write to our relatives, friends or peers , and not the flow or the language, matters. (As long as the message is conveyed, you're fine!) If you stick to this canon, you're doing good. Carry on. (You just might be able to rectify some of your mistakes! See if you can.)

Now when it comes to the literary sector of people, you might just have to be a teeny weeny bit careful. Ensure that the recipient  understands your letter- and for this reason, be lucid and succinct.
Don't pack in too many words; make your writing conversational.
Or to put it simply: 'The language comes to you. Allow it to make its way towards you. Don't pounce on it and devour it."

Letter writing today doesn't carry too much weight-age. What if you were to dissuade me from that belief in the form of a letter?
About me : I am passionate about books and reading. I am unmoved by direct approaches, which say, 'XYZ is to be done because XYZ has to be done.' What really reaches me is underlying significance, as it makes me appreciate the author and believe him to be several notches above most other writers.

Using the given data, let's see if you can make me post a para in approval of the fact that letter writing is relevant in modern day, in a few weeks, using your own letter writing skills.

I'm waiting on littleoed@gmail.com!
Get going!!


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