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The postman he was...


Ramlal loved his job, for he was loved by one and all, the kids, the youth and the old. He was a source of smile for the most. A postman he was, a very familiar one, and a really trustworthy one. By now, he was familiar with everyone in the society, and his polite manner and decent behaviour made him all the more lovable. Kids loved him, and would often ask him to buy them the same uniform Ramlal used to wear. He would ask them to come with him to get the uniform. The kids then laughingly used to run away. Though, it was a joke but for Ramlal, the kids, the families in the society were the only family he had.

Yes, Ramlal was alone, lonely, had one child who had shifted to some place far away from his residence. His wife, who died a year ago, was his sole companion. At work, he was very punctual, and did it passionately. He would often love to go to societies where he had become a familiar face, and would even fight for the same. But everybody there understood it, because for Ramlal, those people were all he had for a family.

It was one rainy morning, when Ramlal had to go to his beloved society. The rain was too hard for the 58 year old to go and deliver the posts, but he knew that there might be some mother waiting for a post from his son posted to a distant land, a father waiting for a mail from his son who is fighting at the border, and more. He was all set to set out when his senior at work, told him not to go. Ramlal, stubborn as always, refuted, and said his health is far less important than the purpose for which he was going.

“But there isn’t any post that reads urgent, or important”, said the officer.

Ramlal was on his way, he did not care about what people had to say. When he stepped outside, he realized how heavy the downpour was, and by then, even the roads were waterlogged with no means of transport. It seemed an uphill task till the time he did not reach the society.

The roads were full of water, and it was difficult to reach the houses. Ramlal’s physical strength had seen enough of it since morning. And with the never ending rain, his health was deteriorating faster. His breath was breaking, and since it was raining, nobody bothered to come outside, rather they did not notice somebody is calling from outside, someone far away from the door.

Ramlal fell down, with his bag containing letters, perhaps the weight of the bag drenched in water had become too much for the lean skinny old man to bear. Running out of breath, he looked at the heavens, his loved ones were calling him, and so was his call of duty. He tried to stand up, to reach to one door, the one door that might open many doors. Helpless as ever, he could not get up even after repeated trials. The water level had reached knee height, and it took some real effort for him to keep his head sustained above the water level. He was losing his will, situations were such, his screams were becoming less loud, he was leaving, and he could see it.

Finally, he gave up!

He succumbed to the situations, his undying willingness and love towards his “family” costed him his life, and , he had nobody to hear his cries his screams, which would never be heard any more.

Ramlal, questioned God in heavens, “Why did no one come to rescue me. I would not have mind dying in the hospital bed, had I got to see one face for which I lived?”

God replied, “Son, from your perspective, they were all you had, everything that you wanted, yes, they were the solace you required, and the happiness you desired. But life, rather the perspective was not the same from the other side. They had their families and were busy there. They did not hear your cries, because your hearts were not connected. We choose people we love, and it is unconditional, you loved them with all your heart, but for them, you were an ordinary postman, who brings some smile to their cause. Had it not been for your profession, who knows they might not have loved you the same way”

Ramlal understood the point. Love is unconditional.

13 comments:

  1. Ah...Though love is unconditional but I am little sad after reading the story. May be, we all look forward to happy endings or you can say reality hurts...

    Great story!

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  2. Well plotted!
    It's all so true here..
    It hurts a lot when we give our best just to see a smile on one's face and when they don't care at all!
    And when it happens with me..I say! Aisa kyu? and then I ask myself why I'm wasting my precious moments getting sad..Smile smile ! bas fir muskurahat se dosti ho jaati hai!
    but that scratch never get remove from my heart!

    Love is Unconditional :)

    Stay :) hardum!

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  3. @Saru: Yeah the story is a lil sad but this does happen, as you said reality hurts!

    @Simran: All so true! Moving on in life smiling is the mantra we need to remind ourself always. God would be fair in the end :)

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  4. Life, and the people it involves are unfair. Sad.



    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  5. Love is unconditional... and a reality is expressed here beautifully.. Loved it..

    Someone is Special

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  6. Nice post, great read :)

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  7. Life is unfair... Its sad but its a fact. Well written!

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  8. @Anshul: Life does appear unfair and cruel at times, can't deny that!

    @SiS: Thankyou dude!

    @Shreya: Thanks! Welcome here :)

    @Chandani: It surely is!

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  9. An intense point put forth..... loved the post!

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