The Quiet Letter starts here as a literary sail. It is a platform built for contemporary voices. It hopes to dwell in possibilities—Emily Dickinson here—for a changing space that can probe into the dreamy layers of living while making a way for real possibilities to happen. It is a journey of stillness among chaos of now.
We are delighted to present you our first issue. The April Edition 0. You can explore it to sense where we could arrive in possibilities.
We are glad to offer our acknowledgement to a person without whom we could not have started out. We were lost and still we are but there is one person who allows us to breathe each day for life. It is because of her we started our imaginary endeavour for umpteen possibilities. She is a woman. She is an unlettered person. She is more than light. We thank her—here—knowing that she would not know a single word that is going out in the world about her right here as you read and dwell about different things. She is the financial supporter of our project and yet knows not what we do. We are also remembering here, our editor-in-chief, who is an inspiration to us with his and her negative possibilities in light.
We leave you here with something:
કંઈક તો જુદું છે એ જિંદગી માં
જ્યાં બે જુદા પંખી વસે સાથે,
કંઈક તો જાદુ છે એ નાટક માં
Thank you for being here. Now off you go!
@ THE QUIET LETTER
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