I love visiting the post office, picking up stamp, spending a few minutes analysing the stamp, struggling with my gluestick, wallet, phone, and what not as i seal the envelope and drop it in the box...
This is a post box that stood outside Hotel Dasaprakash on PH Road.. Wonder if it is still there..
I wonder how many people write, send each other notes. I was talking to a friend of mine who's sending a parcel to a loved one who is now across the ocean, and she mentioned that the person carrying it insisted on her sending a note along with it. :-) Teased my friend for being a silly non romantic for wanting to put a post it on the parcel, but she instead said - Nyaah, it was cos i was sending through someone that i dint attach a note...
I write letters and I feel the same way about them - what you wrote here. I have written so many letters but I am always the writer, never the receiver.
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Oh, I do visit the post office some times....and I love sending greeting cards. :)
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