autobiography of postman
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After passing the Secondary Examination, I Was appointed as a Postman. I was posted in a village named Sitapur in Orissa. My place of posting is about two miles away from my house. Everyday I attend office in a bicycle and distribute letters, money orders or parcels to the recipients of about five small villages within the jurisdiction of our Sitapur Post Office.
Ten years have passed. Meanwhile, I got married and have become the father of a son. I lost my parents long ago. I have no relation who might write a letter to me some day. For the last ten years, I have been delivering letters to hundreds of people, but not a single letter came in my name that could be stamped with the postal seal, and placed into the Postman’s bag for delivery.
Sometimes, I feel if I had even some distant relative or a friend, who suddenly thought of my existence on this earth, and mercifully wrote a few soothing words in a simple letter to me, even spelling my name, may be, wrongly, and writing my address with incomplete code number, still I could make out the addressee and there would not have been any difficulty to deliver the letter to the proper person, that is me