“Love Letters” remains a haunting tale of unrequited love and missed opportunities, melancholy, loneliness, and desolation. In its oblique and unaffected way, the play illustrates the universal truth that so much of life, if not all, is a solitary journey, a letter we write only to ourselves.
What happens when two unlikely individuals forge a bond so strong that it stands the test of time; when two hearts, despite the distance between them, carefully nurture their shared connection all through penning their thoughts in letters? Can two people walking on parallel paths truly unite? Perhaps the audience in the Neelima Ibrahim Auditorium of Bangladesh Mohila Samity,