Sunday, December 14, 2008
Those were the days when 25 paise postcards were in vogue. Postmans were much awaited and they knew the entire mohalla by face. Vivek, my Lucknow neighbourhood buddy, and me too started exchanging those naked pieces of paper jotting down whatever stuff coming to the mind at the time of writing. The postcard was auspiciously slid down that red postbox right before three in the afternoon. Postman would pleasantly surprise us in a few days if the daak reached the town without any delays. Once we got the letter it was evaded from all peeping eyes …it needed a bit of scrutiny. Ink smears eventually covered the postcard purging gurlz and other malicious gossips off it.