Will write tomorrow or day after, that is to say, I will not write now
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This picture of a hanging red letter box reminds me of the barricaded 100 or more year old letter box I had seen besides the Ajay river in Jharkhand.
The beautiful palatial house that was home to the letter box was bought by its owner for the quaint post office that was within the premises. And as if a job to do , each day the owner would open the black teak wood door of the post office. Wipe it clean. And in his regal way sit and drink tea with his friends. And that was his orgasmic moment. And it reflected on his being.
I have sat with the gang drinking tea one autumn morn. The sharp nip in the air and the sharp wit of the group was the highlight of the conversation. And seeing the picture those images came rushing past.
A friend passed me your link. Do visit my blog too. http://sharmilasinha.sulekha.com/blog/posts.htm
Will write tomorrow or day after, that is to say, I will not write now
1 comment:
This picture of a hanging red letter box reminds me of the barricaded 100 or more year old letter box I had seen besides the Ajay river in Jharkhand.
The beautiful palatial house that was home to the letter box was bought by its owner for the quaint post office that was within the premises. And as if a job to do , each day the owner would open the black teak wood door of the post office. Wipe it clean. And in his regal way sit and drink tea with his friends. And that was his orgasmic moment. And it reflected on his being.
I have sat with the gang drinking tea one autumn morn. The sharp nip in the air and the sharp wit of the group was the highlight of the conversation. And seeing the picture those images came rushing past.
A friend passed me your link. Do visit my blog too. http://sharmilasinha.sulekha.com/blog/posts.htm
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