I love the internet and its convenience — checking maps, FaceTime, instant messaging to name a few. But I know children still get a kick out of receiving snail mail.
I headed to Puducherry’s post office to mail postcards to my grandchildren. Others dipped their fingers in the sticky glue to paste on stamps. I wiped my stamps across the glue and found the ancient post box that looked like it could easily be ripped off the fence and broken into.
I hoped my post cards would arrive because I didn’t think the way the mail box was fastened to the rail offered much security.
(And they did arrive).