Nostalgia

I remember the days back then
the postman used to come around ten
& drop envelopes with letters in them.

Stamp of the place from where the letter came
hinting towards the sender's name
& the scent of travels endured since then.

I remember the anticipation in my head
till the letter was opened and read; re-read
it was so difficult not to run ahead :)

What spoke from the letter weren't just words
the perfume, the paper, the handwriting spoke two-thirds
completed by the stains of tears absurd.

Crossed out what was felt but couldn’t be said
then again, wrote again; carefully tread
after all veils cant be completely shed.

Once the letter was signed & ready to go
what was earlier neglected was added in the 'P.S.' below
grateful to the margins that allowed the letter to grow.

Now of course we're in the 'e-mail' times
they're quick, clinical and used often times
but dont we miss the postman sometimes?