Ananya S Guha writes

Post Card

In a message you wrote: you said 
you use high falutin language

I don't understand (you)

those days there were no mobiles

only post cards and inland letters

to write on and although the post 

office was near home, it always seemed

that one day like a pack of cards it would

crumble, and the old man who peered over

his eyes to take a letter, had both a distaste 

for letters, me and I suspect his work too.

So I would pass them on in the cinema where 

you came, or send through a friend. But I was actually 

practising the art of letter writing and composition

using you as a guinea pig, which maybe you understood

with your prescience.

Now, forty years later my handwriting crawls like insects

on a page, but my craft of (letter writing) has become 

worse.  No one goes to the post office, and typing on 

the mobile with such small letters is an acuity of pain. 

So the post card or the inland letter or the writing pad

dwindles in far flung areas of cobwebs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Postcard 82 -- Moriz Jung