Post Office @ my village Kanamanapalli
Our generation is perhaps the last to be involved so much with the post office. It was so closely knit into our lives! - letters from and to parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts, friends, lovers, spouses and of course the institutional letters some exciting and others disturbing, but never neutral. In fact, the Postman and Postmaster have been eulogised in poems, plays, essays of yesteryears. I had a poem in my third standard in Kannada - my medium of instruction. That poem in first person talked about the postman carrying his shoulder bag which was full, distributing a thousand news. I was brought up in Bangalore and had seen Post & Telegraph office (P&T as it used to be called) at our locality Rajajinagar. It later got split into Post Office and Telegraph Office. It was a fairly busy office which was exactly as described in our English lesson of 5th standard “The Post Office”. My mother was from a village called Kanamanapalli in Kuppam taluk in Chittoo...