A way of life.

[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]

When was the last time you summoned the services of writing sheets, envelopes, and postage stamps to send a mail to a friend? How many years ago you last dropped a letter into a letterbox?

One morning The Delhi Walla witnessed a rare sight. Walking in Daryaganj, I saw a uniformed postman opening a letterbox and emptying it of envelopes. There were three letterboxes, and all were locked, but the postman had the keys. He also had a large blue sack, which was bulging with letters.

I went to him and asked, “Sir, what is your e-mail address?”

“I don’t have an e-mail,” the postman said, “ but I think my son has.”

I’ll wait for your letter

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