Unlike memory, nostalgia has a wistful longing attached to it. It is an act of remembering a yearning collage of the past to recreate memories. While living in present, we sometimes tend to step back in our leisure to roam aimlessly in past. The jewels retrieved therein are like postcards from our loved ones, saved and treasured in a shoe box, with the wish to read them someday in future. The book, ‘Letter to Myself’ is a multitude of memories recollected in tranquility, where 86 pages of recreated postcards-in-a-box may offer its reader a divergent experience of reading. The stories, short yet soulful, by the author, Piu Mahapatra are a personal reflection of the city, Kolkata, when postcards were a part of life and living. About the Author A painter, facilitator, and art consultant by profession, Piu Mahapatra never lets go the opportunity to work around and along with the ‘Curious little George’ of different schools in India and abroad. Her articles on art education and awareness have been published in different contemporary art journals of India and Virginia for more than a decade. She loves to let her hair go down and often makes pathetic attempts to write poetry and short stories for children. The only thing she has ever done good is letting her son soar high and low with his wings open wide and fear-free