A Delightful Company



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Dearest Reader,
I invite you to join me on a new journey—one that takes us back to the days of heartfelt, handwritten letters. Starting today, I will be writing letters to you, just like in the good old times.
While I’m grateful for the comforts of the modern day and age, I often find myself longing for the slow and simple pleasures of the past. Perhaps you feel this way too? Letter writing is one such treasured tradition—a time when people would sit down with pen and paper, taking a moment to compose their thoughts and pour their hearts out. How endearing it must have been to take time out just to do this one activity.
Oh and the personal touch that handwriting lends to these letters, makes them even more special! And how delightful it must have been to receive a letter perfumed by a loved one’s favorite scent! While I cannot add fragrance to my letters, I’ll do my best to recreate the warmth and sincerity of letter writing in this digital age.
In these letters, I’ll share my thoughts, stories, and reflections—sometimes lighthearted, other times more contemplative. But always dear reader, they’ll be written with you in mind, as a way for us to connect on a deeper level.
I hope my letters will bring you comfort, spark your imagination, and perhaps even offer a little escape from the routine of life.
What would make this journey even more special is if you joined me in this lost art of letter writing. I’d love to hear from you! Share your daydreams and stories with me at nuraine.sadaf@gmail.com or share your thoughts in the comments.
Let’s bring a little bit of the past into our present, one letter at a time.
Yours lovingly,
Nuraine Sadaf
My Substack publication: https://open.substack.com/pub/nuraine/p/letter-1-082424?r=1r1cfn&utm_medium=ios
We do not belong to one another,
Love has no possession.
We are not in love,
For love is not a cage.
We are not two halves,
For love makes us whole.
We see one another’s imperfections,
Love is not blind.
Yet my love is your salvation,
And yours is mine,
Instead of open wounds,
We bare silvery scars,
Healed by acceptance and nurture.
This love we share,
It heals us both,
Granting the strength for us to be,
Who we were born to be.
Quote of the day: “All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.” – James A. Baldwin
What a beautiful quote and a beautiful confession!
So true isn’t it? Art is a representation of us, a form of personal expression, revealing our emotions and something deeply personal. Our vulnerable core personality that we put out and share with the world through art. There are different forms of art that reveal the truth directly, while some do so in a more subtle way. No matter the judgement or criticism, artists will not keep their creativity bottled up, we always find ways to express ourselves through art. Artists will never stop creating. 🩵
This quote, by the American writer James Baldwin, emphasizes that art is not just a product of skill or creativity, but also an essential outlet for the artist’s deepest emotions and experiences.
Let me know your thoughts in the comments related to this quote, what do you think fellow artists?
Reading a book without knowing what it’s about is the best feeling. Just a few lines in, and you’ll know if you’ll go on a journey with it or not. With this one, I’m shocked beyond belief. What a book! I don’t know where it’s going to take me, but I’m in for a ride. Let’s go, Ministry of Time! #thrilled #excited

Poem on colors – Pink
In fields where cherry blossoms bloom,
Pink whispers secrets in the afternoon.
A hue of blush, a gentle sigh,
Like cotton candy in the sky.
Roses wear it in their cheeks,
A tender shade that softly speaks.
Of love and warmth, of springtime’s grace,
A color with a gentle face.
From dawn’s first light to sunset’s glow,
Pink paints the world in a tender show.
A kiss of sweetness, pure delight,
A color that makes the heart feel light.
She looked at herself in the mirror,
blew a flying kiss and smiled,
As she would at a lover’s sight.

Life is like a moving bus:
Keep going; there will be several stops along the journey.
It’s okay to pause, take a break, reflect.
Just don’t linger too long;
Shift gears, accelerate, and keep moving
Ever forward,
Advancing and progressing!
Thoughts like a passing breeze
Those pressing needy unnecessary thoughts
They come, let them
Just don’t invite them in for a cup of tea
Let them be like a chilling breeze
Let them touch and go past
Uncomfortable only a moment
Just don’t go back remembering the chill.