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 That quaint red box at the end of the street with a flap that said next clearance by 5:30 pm or whatever. How faithfully they were delivered ...carrying messages of love and longing...of loss and hope... of news good and bad... The cream coloured postcards and the blue coloured inland letters that filled up even at the flaps... And for those wishing to write longer epistles there was the envelope again cream in colour with a brownish Ashok chakra embossed there.   And they came affixed with the postal  stamps... And because there were stamps there were stamp collectors... Pictured at the back yard of a dilapidated post office this morning...

The world is looking forward to the light at the end of this long tunnel called 2020...        Here I was., Spotting the silver lining behind the clouds... It promises to be a day with rain and thunderstorm. Atleast , says the weatherman.    Being watchful of the weather forecast is because  the terrace farmer is making some new beginnings    This was almost 10 days ago... Seed of snake gourd  bitter gourd   bottle gourd and ridge gourd. Soaked and sown with a lot of love and care   Join me on this journey to see them grow.