AustralianParcelBox

With every item and every place, there remains some memory. This can be either in your office, your home or the place where you go for studying. One such incident of my life is associated with letterbox. The time when I used to study in some distant place from my hometown and had to stay in the hostel rooms, I used to wait for several days and even months to get a letter from my mother. Each letter, those days used to carry her touch, feelings, and love to me when I open it. In the hostel, there was a letterbox that was something unique. Box with a mouth of a cartoon used to be seen on the main gate of my hostel. Like me, several students of the hostel used to wait for the same. I remember one fine day when I was about to start my school, I heard a cycle bell. It was the peon who used to carry letters for us. He inserted several letters onto the letterbox and I was about to check the box for my letter when the accident occurred. Other students of my hostel were also waiting