The Postman!!

Tring!! Tring!!

That use to be my wakeup call during my summer vacation , when I was 4.

Even then, I use to loathe the hustle city life. :( :(

Man!!!.... those summer vacation....they use to make me feel like "Harry Potter", who never wanted to return home ..

Now!! don't judge me already..

Well!! of course I loved my parents..

But my granny!! she was my saviour..

I loved how she used to massacre my mom's emotions, and dip her down in regrets for not letting me go..

I stood there with my bag packed, cause I know who's gonna wear the cape !!..

Legends always win.. don't they???...and my granny was no less then one.. 

Well to add another feather to her cap.. She was an awesome singer!!!...

I still humm her lullaby sometime... 

"Tu chanda mai tara,.. yeh jhilmil sitara.. Yeh barkha ye badal..""

Today was one such morning!!

Tring!! Tring!!

I ran to the balcony of my room and looked down the narrow lane..

There he was!!...

All dressed up in khaki, riding his bicycle along his side..

He always use to make a pit stop at granny's house and, use to spend hours gossiping about "God knows what"..

As if the neighbors weren't enough already!!...Argh!!!

I wondered if he had any friend...other then my granny of course!!... or God forbid!!...what if granny was hitting on him??... hmmmm!!!

She was old, but don't judge her!!.. Grandpa! was long gone ,when she was young n beautiful, and could get boys lined up in no minute..

But why now???... Was she lonely???...

I'm gonna make sure I visit her on my winter vacation too...

I envied the khaki man!!.. 

I never spoke to any of my friends for more than 30mins.. Now a days they don't even look up from their gaming screen... Sigh!!! :(

That's one one the reason I love it here... :)

Today I decided to pay this Khaki man a Royal visit.. and inspect, if he's the right one for my granny...

And also , since granny wasn't home today, probably it was time for a Man-to-Man talk after-all..

I went and sat next to him!!..

He enquired about my grandma,to which I bluntly said-""She isn't home!""....

30 mins....went to 50 mins...minutes changed to hours....

We had already become best friends!!... :)

Some ppl just take you by surprise, when you least expect it..

We discussed about how my school books have stories about him..And how, he wasn't on facebook or instagram..So, I had to write letters to him if I wanted to talk to him while I was gone..

He, had a dead Nokia phone, which he rarely knew how to use it he said..

We finally decided that one day I'm gonna grow up to become a well known writer and I'll write my own story about him..

I asked him,childishly!!!...What should we name our book khakhi uncle??...

 "THE POSTMAN"- he said....