"Do you remember any moments from my childhood ?" I asked the postman when he came home yesterday, whose happy face I remember since I was a kid.
He went about his work, but before he left came to me with a smile and shared a few of his recollections of my childhood and our space, many that I had no memory of. It overwhelmed me with warmth of something long lost.
He went about his work, but before he left came to me with a smile and shared a few of his recollections of my childhood and our space, many that I had no memory of. It overwhelmed me with warmth of something long lost.
As he stepped out.. he looked back and smiled again as if in nostalgia and said
" These days there are lesser letters and fewer friends at work ". He has been a postman for more than 40 years now, but his love for people he connected, conversations with them and the handy wages meant that he continued to be one, even after retirement.
" These days there are lesser letters and fewer friends at work ". He has been a postman for more than 40 years now, but his love for people he connected, conversations with them and the handy wages meant that he continued to be one, even after retirement.
He added " Send letters to your dear ones once in a while at least. The writing, the waiting and the reading feels very different and priceless that way. Let us breathe some life into it and bring that back.. the good old days "
