A week later:
“Post, post “ The postman’s voice echoes across the Varendah. Raghavan’s father, Ramanuja Iyengar was sitting in his folding chair, sipping morning coffee, and reading newspaper at the same time. The radio was playing Vividabharati in the background.
“ Ennanga.. Postman vantuviášášatu.. Parkka” He heard his wife from inside.
“Yeah I heard.. “ He said getting up from his chair. He placed his near empty cup on the desk and put the newspaper on the wooden rack above the desk, folding it carefully. He opened the door. There was the postman Ramanappa (reminding him of Thanappa, the classic from RK Narayan’s Malgudi days).
“Vanakkam sir, looks to be some good news. Its addressed to your son” said Ramanappa, handing him over an envelope.
“Oh.. I hope so this time.. Its the 10th time that he has received a letter. He has gone for morning walk now.” said Iyengar.
“ No problem sir you can sign on his behalf.” said Ramanappa handing him over a sheet.
Iyengar signed against his son’s name and handed the sheet back.
“All the best sir” said Ramanappa and got back on his TVS moped to deliver rest of the posts.
Iyengar went inside anxiously. He wife was at the Pooja, offering morning prayers. He waved the letter at her, while she was chanting the mantras. She nodded and signed him to keep the letter near the table. He put it on the table. She took the envelop and put a little turmeric and placed it at Lord Krishna’s feet, still chanting the mantras.
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