In Lingering Reflections Comments

Indian Postal Service has produced umpteen mail runners like this during its evolutionary period and this poem is a dedication to all these unknown mailrunners who had enlivened our hamlets by doing a selfless couriership. Now, the last mailrunner has also withdrawn from the scene.

IN MEMORY OF THE MAIL RUNNER AYAMU. He was a mail runner who ran with a mailbag upon his shoulders for umpteen seasons to my hamlet Panamanna from a Sub Post office three miles away. Six miles a day he ran by beating the seasons. He ran in the same route for decades, silently carrying the cross upon his shoulders.
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