The Dead...Don't mourn their Fate!

It was like 3.00am in the morn. I was reading the letter which said…
Dear Diana,
I Love you, trust me, I can never think a day without you, you are very important for me, 11 years is a long time to understand someone…I know I do, though you don’t want to understand me, please don’t say you don’t trust me, it really hurts, the girl you saw in the coffee shop was my sister, it’s true I never mentioned about her, but come back I will let you know the reason, you and our daughter Mary are a world for me. 
I can’t bear the thought of separation, why did you fight with me, you never gave a chance to explain, this was the only way I could speak to you, let you know how much you mean to me, this is just not a letter , it is me saying to you that don’t leave me alone in this world or I will be no more, I’m incomplete without you Diana, come back hold my hand, I will do as you say, I be as you want I will do anything to just make you smile , just be mine forever…just don’t go away…come back…. I also have booked the house of your dreams , and when you come back you'll will also have lots of surprises which will make you happy...please come back..its me on my knees I want you and Mary to be with me forever....
Love Richard ('m only yours my love')
There were tears in my eyes when I read this letter I decided to go back…
Flashback
I just packed my suitcase, told Mary to get ready and reached for the car keys it was 1.30am, I was pissed off with Richard, cos’ I thought he was having an affair, actually I did see him couple of times with another girl, and which wife in the world can ever bear a another women in her man’s life…I wanted to separate, Richard tried convincing me, I was not ready to listen, just pulled my suitcase from the staircase and rushed to my car, Mary... my beautiful daughter followed me…
Present
I have no idea when Richard slipped the letter in my purse… but the letter was really touching and honest, I decided to go back…speak to him and get things settled, I was just feeling guilty after reading the letter..when there where millions of things just running and juggling thru’ my mind I heard a crowd on the highway shouting for help I rushed to see what happened…it was a car accident, the car seemed quite known, the lady who was driving the car died on the spot and to my surprise she looked like me…my heart was beating faster…and I knew it was "ME" I did not want to believe it ...I saw Mary lying unconscious , I wanted to hold her, but no one could see me, I wanted to go back to my body, tell the crowd ‘m there, ‘m alive…no one could hear me…I’d lost it for my life…I could never go back, never say “Richard. I understand…’m sorry” My anger separated me from my loved ones… I was dead…helpless…and couldn’t mourn at my fate!

"Never be angry with your loved ones give them space, a chance to explain, or you might miss them for lifetime"

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Knock…Knock…Postman :)

There were hardly any means of communication in the olden days , other than letters, Postman was one of the most important person to most of the families, they were treated as a part of the family…The postman used to read and write the letters for them, he used to know the in and out of each family and was very attached…Today, with so many developments and modern means of communication …the postman with a Khaki Uniform and cycle is lost somewhere …even when a postman passes by on his cycle, we don’t even bother to look at him…times have changed people seem to have forgotten the importance of a postman and post office, Today the Khaki Uniform guy does not knock, just deposits all letters in the letter box and moves on…

I had to go the post office yesterday, I’d the address but reaching there was a task, I was going round n round the same old building, however I couldn’t see a post office, finally a lady helped me, her directions were simple, I was shocked to see the post office, the ceilings were cracked, the walls were not painted, the wooden table n chairs were broken, the gate was rusted, the floor was muddy, it would have been not cleaned or dusted for years , the water tap was leaking, the people working there looked so frustrated…maybe cos’ of the surroundings….I honestly don’t know how much they are paid, But I would like to suggest the Govt. of India that they should think of renovating the post office, give new look to the postman and his cycle, when the govt. can sanction Royal Enfield to policemen, then the postman can at least get a fixed gear bicycle. And all this can be done only with the taxes that Sharukh khan and Sachin Tendulkar pay to the govt.:)

The post Office is the only place where many people can trust their savings and investments, Then Why isn’t it promoted. People should know more and more about the importance and security of this place, ‘m sure the great multinational banks will have a tough time if govt. thinks reforming this old medium of communication and savings

Knock…Knock (Govt. of India) we want the Post Masters and Post Office Back in Action.

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