THE DUMB FORWARDS
When I was in school/college, there were no mobiles and internet. At our residence, we did not have telephone, even. But, we had an active Post Office. The local post man was really the local 'hero'. He was invited for every function in our families... For many families, he was indispensable: he read out their letters. And, the Telegram postman was someone 'special'... a man on a special mission. When he came to the village, the whole village would come around him. For, he came to deliver a one-liner: "Grandmother serious; start immediately!" "Uncle Thomas passed away; funeral tmro at 5!" And, even as he was still there getting your signature or thumb impression on his roll, the ladies would start wailing hysterically! A post card and an inland letter were our constant companions. For longer letters, we used postal envelopes. There was an 'Express in-land letter' and one special for the foreign corre...