A postman ! Sorry..correction there....A post-woman !!! Yay ! Ok.. I haven't lost my marbles, they are all here, altogether and doing fine. I really could have been one. I was particularly inspired by this newspaper article in the TOI. I mean I would totally enjoy the job. ok, maybe not in the summers, or the monsoons....err... I am a bit choosy :Pbut ya, coming back to it. I think I would have loved the profession. I would merrily zoom away to different addresses (Yes, I would ride a bicycle at times, but not always) delivering letters of all kinds (special mention to the 'love' kinds), postcards, money orders (i wud never be tempted to steal) etc. to the many people waiting endlessly, some patient, others not so much.
The article had me imagining myself...maneuvering the lanes of Dharavi. No, I wudn't mind working there at all. I have always been fascinated and will go visit sometime soon enough. And my awesome sense of direction would really work to my benefit. I would look at all the pretty stamps, the weird hand-writings, imagine what is written inside each letter and conjure up stories around them, as I cycled down the streets with my bag full of tidings. Maybe someone might ask me to read one out. I would love that.
P.S. I wud love to design my own uniform, but I guess that's asking for too much ha?!
lol..that would be one hot post woman!
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