I am a letter-person. I love getting and writing letters (now sadly emails).
Throughout my growing up years till the time I was at home, my dad used to be my letterbox. I used to give him all my letters to post / courier as the Post Office was next to his Office. So, the first time I really posted the letter myself in the red letterbox, I was not sure whether I had done it correctly or whether that box was ever opened in the first place :-)
When I went to college, which was the first time I ventured out of home, I would wait for letters from friends. We would write really long letters, sometimes 7-8 pages of long notebook, even fight over who wrote a longer letter and who replied with a short one. Our letters would be conversational. We would write about everything that was going on, send greeting cards on birthdays and friendship days. Even after college, when I was in different cities and e-mails had not become such a regular part of life; I would write and wait for letters. The sight of the post man would be full of anxiety, if he had anything for me!

Now, at home, I check my letterbox below my building when it is time to get my magazines. I am as big a freak of magazines as I am of books. I have a whole bunch of them subscribed. And much to my husband's dismay, I hoard magazines too.
In this picture are the two Mailboxes in my life at the moment. The left-hand one is really a piggy bank of my husband, from his growing up years. I don't know how it got here but it is really cute, so adorns my bookshelf. The other one is of course, the society letterbox and I love it when it is full of the latest issues of my magazines.
So, how did you find my Mailbox(es)?
Note: I really want to get back to writing letters now. They are irreplaceable and not as cold as e-mails/messages/whatsapps.
Throughout my growing up years till the time I was at home, my dad used to be my letterbox. I used to give him all my letters to post / courier as the Post Office was next to his Office. So, the first time I really posted the letter myself in the red letterbox, I was not sure whether I had done it correctly or whether that box was ever opened in the first place :-)
When I went to college, which was the first time I ventured out of home, I would wait for letters from friends. We would write really long letters, sometimes 7-8 pages of long notebook, even fight over who wrote a longer letter and who replied with a short one. Our letters would be conversational. We would write about everything that was going on, send greeting cards on birthdays and friendship days. Even after college, when I was in different cities and e-mails had not become such a regular part of life; I would write and wait for letters. The sight of the post man would be full of anxiety, if he had anything for me!

Now, at home, I check my letterbox below my building when it is time to get my magazines. I am as big a freak of magazines as I am of books. I have a whole bunch of them subscribed. And much to my husband's dismay, I hoard magazines too.
In this picture are the two Mailboxes in my life at the moment. The left-hand one is really a piggy bank of my husband, from his growing up years. I don't know how it got here but it is really cute, so adorns my bookshelf. The other one is of course, the society letterbox and I love it when it is full of the latest issues of my magazines.
So, how did you find my Mailbox(es)?
Note: I really want to get back to writing letters now. They are irreplaceable and not as cold as e-mails/messages/whatsapps.