A Letter From Our Forefathers
Sitting in his post office, he stares at the piled towers of envelopes. A little flag sits on his tabletop, ceremoniously marking the occasion at hand. A parchment of paper sits vacant, a letter to his son. He wonders what his message shall be today. A family tradition passed down like a baton in his arms. As the pen touches the paper, the words flow out with vigour and grace. The words come to him, at a fleeting pace. “I remember a time when, your great-grandfather, delivered messages by land. Every letter is a story for we, the messenger, must understand. These are filled with words of love and care, sometimes they carry the weight of sadness and despair. Treading kilometres on horseback to wherever his destination lay. The India you knew was a lot different back then. From horseback came the telegraph and rail. The Raj brought innovation, but at a cost too grave to let be and let live. The plunder and looting were too much for those who opened their eyes to see. As the cracks ...