-Antique Place-

-Antique Place-

He sat alone in his tiny office

In an apartment, high up in a building

Gone are those days...

And the picture of a post office

In a single storied building

With Jamun tree in the backyard

And Mango tree near the porch…

The Post Master sat alone in his office

No Post Peon or Orderly to accompany him.

He sat alone in deep meditation

As a symbol of silence

Before an opened computer and some upturned magazine

There is not a single bee buzzing …

No students come here to post applications

No elderly comes for money order

No one to post a letter…

It’s like the whole civilization has forgotten

Everything about the post office.

It’s like a wrong idea in the net-age.

He sat peacefully upon his huge desk

That contains stamps, inland letters, post cards and envelops

Very long back those have changed shapes and colours.

It’s like entering into another-world for me…

To greet the solitary Post Master

With a “Good Morning Sir”

And being greeted back with dignity.

He was still sitting alone looking at me

When I left him Saying –“Okay Sir!”

He uttered the same manners politely

But his startled eyes say more than that

A verse of gratitude flowing from them-

Telling me- “Thanks for coming to visit me

I don’t find any excuse to make you stay

And spend some time here in this no-man’s land..”