The Postman

Postman-cartoon

Credit:- google

 

Two decades back, The technology hadn’t become so much popular, we all were not using mails, Phones, Facebook, and Twitter-like any other social network, I am staying in India as a 1990’s kid,  I have seen both, from un technology to upgraded and I have overcome from the human values slightly turning as the money,  The full of greenery village’s becoming like burning paper, So many forests are filled by buildings, The hills have been eroded by people. Etc, etc.

That time only we have had used letters to communicate one to another, the postman carries our belongings letters to our home, We were eagerly waiting to read it, who had written? and what was the matter in it ?.  The postman roaming one place to another to distribute the letters to the people amidst always he got one more duty that So many were giving the messages him to pass their acquaintances in the next village. Even the postman welcoming their messages with glad, he was enjoying it.

If the postman had come to our home, First, we had offered him some cold water, juice, fruit, etc. This was our way of showing gratitude.  Then at home, everyone had started to ask questions him what they want with curiosity. Like  anna-(we call elder people by this name ) “who has written the letter for us.?” Asked one, another one “ Anna, how are you all in your home?” , “how is Kamali and her family in the next village? recently, she has been married.” , “ Anna, are you met ranjan.? When I met him at last time he told that I take  you to the town on the next vacation”

But now we have advanced technology devices but we don’t have time, We can communicate with anyone across the globe in a fraction of seconds but we have not patience. We can talk to them as sitting in front of each other through video calling before we have not. But that day Postman was there as a messenger who could share all through words, but now we are using emoji. We are making our life so simple with no values, no morals.



Categories: Art, Feelingstories, Life, love, stories, writing

5 replies

  1. This is beautiful, how letters were the sacred bond of love. The distance seemed to be way lesser than it is today because things were way simpler, back then. Lovely!

  2. Very good comparison.relations were having values in those days now runn
    ing behind money

  3. thank you for sharing..

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