Daily mobile musings : The Post box

 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...