Photo Essay – Postman at Work, Daryaganj
A way of life.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
When was the last time you summoned the services of writing sheets, envelopes, and postage stamps to send a mail to a friend? How many years ago you last dropped a letter into a letterbox?
One morning The Delhi Walla witnessed a rare sight. Walking in Daryaganj, I saw a uniformed postman opening a letterbox and emptying it of envelopes. There were three letterboxes, and all were locked, but the postman had the keys. He also had a large blue sack, which was bulging with letters.
I went to him and asked, “Sir, what is your e-mail address?”
“I don’t have an e-mail,” the postman said, “ but I think my son has.”
I’ll wait for your letter