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Day 27 - Fast
They meet all the scariest folk, but its worth it for the mail…
hi!! your graphics are super cute i like them a lot!!! i think mail-related graphics would be awesome.. im a big mail enjoyer. leaving the artistic interpretation up to you! funny or silly or cute... any colour scheme you enjoy.. mail stuff is just super cool
You've got mail !!1!!! This was actually pretty fun to do, I made the stamps (yes, I thought it was hilarious to make stamps out of stamps) and the dividers. All completely f2u, although credits are always appreciated (❁´◡`❁)*✲ﾟ* thank you for requesting and the kind words, mail anon ★´∀｀★ !!!
The gay with his bisexual science boyfriend
Meet Stamp Manson!
This little guy is a delivery boy with a special ability! He can shrink mail down to tiny sizes and then resize them with the powers he gets from his scarf. This allows him to fit many packages in his mail bag. Stamp also enjoys collecting wooden pins of the new places he's been to on his deliveries. While he's a bit ditzy, he is very sociable and just loves to see the smiles on people's faces when they get a special gift from a friend. ♡
Here is one of my newest addition to my shop. :) It's an art postcard print got a few left and yes you can frame them or send them to family/friends. :) The print is of my Rosedale Station #2 oil painting which is a subway station in Toronto Canada. If you're interested I got a few left in my shop link below :) https://www.etsy.com/shop/diogopinheiroart/ Special thanks to those who have ordered, the support is appreciated. :):)
When was the last time you saw someone actually writing a letter?
Not application letters, I mean a nice, warm letter to a loved one
*Tring tring!* “POST! POST!!”
For some reason, the six year old me would get excited to hear the arrival of a post. I was always eager to receive letters. The kind old post man would pretend like all those letters or invitation cards or bills were actually addressed to me; he’d hand them to me with an impressed look in his face saying “Arey! Look how much letters you got today!”
As years passed I became busy in studies, career and never realised that the concept of sending or receiving a letter had disappeared from the back of my mind. Until one day.. One day, my husband showed me a video from the Malgudi Days series that I felt nostalgic about my younger, somewhat dumber self.
Thats when I realised that I’ve never seen a postman for a few years now. Especially after the rise of telephones and mobiles, no one ever sends snail-mails. Even when there’s the occasional bill or post, the postmen don’t have their usual smiles or kind words anymore. Being a postman has become just another job.
Here’s the episode from Malgudi Days for the curious :) The episode is in Hindi but the Youtube CC subs work fine
So when I watched that particular episode from Malgudi days, I was touched. It tells the story of a postman who knew everyone in that small village, he was friends with everyone, talked to everyone. He spoke encouraging words to the jobless ones who sent applications everyday and rejoiced with the family that had some good news from relatives of another another town, he shared the sadness of the ones whose loved ones were having a hard time in another village, in short he was an integral part of everyone’s life…
There’s one house/family in particular that the story focuses on. The postman has seen their daughter grow up from being a toddler to a girl ready to get married. He himself brought the letter that the groom’s side wanted to meet them and the good news that they have agreed for the marriage. He with all enthusiasm delivers the invitation cards all over the village and rejoices with the family on the wedding day.
As he’s about to leave the post office to partake in the wedding, a telegram arrives for that particular family. Now, in those times when there were no phones, a telegram almost always meant bad news, an accident or a death. The postman’s sixth sense tingles and he knows, delivering a letter of bad news will mean disaster for the wedding so he does the forbidden and opens the letter. As expected, a close relative has passed away.
The postman, withholds the news, not telling anybody until the next day. The family understands why he did not tell the news and their respect for him increases. They are grateful for him for not spoiling the wedding mood and the family do not report him.
The story was quite lovely and it was a trip down memory lane to see the old locations and houses. It certainly was fun — writing letters and receiving too! I’m excited to see new technology that the future holds and to look back at the past with nostalgia.
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