The last time I used a letter box was about 15 years ago. My father had asked me to drop an envelope inside a red colored postal box located close to our house.
In my childhood during eighties, I use to see a postman visiting our area almost daily. A postman’s job was to physically visit a place to deliver a letter, mail or a parcel. Practically a human carrier of messages. Dressed in a khaki pants and a khaki shirt with a matching cap, the postman carried a bag full of letters inside. It was a cloth bag which stuffed with envelopes inside.
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