Umar Hayat Hussain shares a heartwarming story about a day in the life of a postman and the impact a postman has on so many lives.
In the interiors of bylanes, narrow twisting alleys with drains overflowing with human waste, mounds of garbage, and a jumble of tightly crammed box-like houses with rusty tin roofs are as wretched as the snow-topped ridges of the Himalayas surrounding them. It is here that, in a small age-old kaput house adjoined with an unkempt courtyard, which undoubtedly degrades the aesthetic values of the house lives a postman, who is very well known to all the people there, and they call him by the nickname ‘Dil Maam’.
‘”Dil Maam, Dil Maam,” shouts a woman from the attic of her house at the teenage boy, who was repairing the damaged part of the adobe-bricked wall that surrounds the patio of their house in the interiors of the old city, Srinagar.