Dear You,
I meant to send this postcard a long time ago, from somewhere very far.
If it’s found you now, maybe it was never really lost at all.
With love.
Dear You,
I meant to send this postcard a long time ago, from somewhere very far.
If it’s found you now, maybe it was never really lost at all.
With love.

I’ve always loved postcards and I still collect them. There was a time I’d send one to someone I cared for every time I travelled. A scribbled note, silly sketches, a stamp from a faraway country.
Over the years, I’ve travelled through more than 34 countries, exploring local art, museums, and the heart of global cultures. Sometimes I traveled with company, often solo just with my journal. But somewhere along the way, post offices became harder to find, or maybe I just stopped looking, caught up in the ease of instant messaging.
So I started this space, The Unsent Postcard, to share the stories I didn’t get to send. Mostly excerpts from my travel journal and moments that could never fit on the back of a postcard.
Happy reading.
Yours in wander and wonder.
Manali