Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 August 2025

Goodbye, Registered Post - Manisha Khanna

Once upon a time, on every street corner of India, stood a bright red hero. He wasn’t tall and muscular. He didn’t have shiny armour. But oh boy—he had a big tummy.

Why? Because children, uncles, aunts, and even the courts kept sending him letters every single day!
“Chomp, chomp,” the Red Post Box would say.
“Secret letter? Yum! Court summons? Burp! Birthday card? Delicious!”

For over 50 years, this red friend worked tirelessly. Rain tried to wash him away, the hot sun roasted him, and the wind made him shiver— But he never gave up. He carried every letter with pride.

He even had a VIP badge: Registered Post—safe, trusted, and even respected in court.
(Yes, even judges said, “If Red Post Box delivered it, we believe it!”)

But now… something is changing.
People have become addicted to speed—
“Zoom! WhatsApp in 2 seconds!”
“Zap! Email instantly!”
“Boom! Speed Post, faster than Red could run!”

So from 1st September 2025, India Post has decided:
Registered Post won’t exist as a separate service anymore—it will join hands with its speedy cousin, Speed Post.

๐Ÿš€ The good news?
Letters will still be safe, trusted, and now much faster, with better tracking.
No more waiting, no more guessing.

๐Ÿ˜Š And the better news?
 The badge has changed—from “Registered” to “Speedy & Strong.”

Still… the Red Box feels a little nostalgic.
“Ah,” he sighs, “I’ll miss the old days when ‘Registered Post’ was my crown.
But change is part of life, and I’m still here to carry your words forward.”

So kids, here’s the Red Box’s last lesson:
Change will come, names will shift, services will grow faster. But never stop writing. Because words—whether dropped in my tummy or typed on a screen—always find their way to hearts.”

Now tell me honestly—
When was the last time you wrote a real letter with your own hands?
Not a WhatsApp “Hiiiii ๐Ÿ‘‹” or a copy-paste birthday wish—
But a real, ink-on-paper, cramp-in-your-fingers letter?

And if the Red Box could tell a story about you, what would it be?
“Ah, yes, this kid once stuffed me with a letter smelling of bubblegum perfume!” 
or
“This fellow posted his exam application at the last second—I almost fainted from the rush!” 

So maybe, just maybe, you’d like to write one more reflection— a little thank-you to the Red Box, who still waits patiently, ready to carry your words into the world. 

Manisha Khanna

Monday, 21 June 2021

My Family and Their Happiness - Gaurangi Rastogi

We, humans, are social beings. We have family, friends, and relatives. Since this Covid-19, we have been separated from our families. Now, let me tell you, what does family mean to me?  My family means a place where I can be safe physically and mentally. My family means a culture my world resides in. My family means a shield that protects me from bad influences. My family is like a body in which everything works in harmony. 

My family means everything to me, and I want to see them always happy. My family makes me happy, and so even I should try and keep them happy. Some simple ways in which I give happiness to my family are:

● by bringing good marks and doing well at school. 

● by spending time with them instead of playing on gadgets. 

● by teaching them something 

● by supporting them in bad times

 ● by not being stubborn 

● by sending them letters and emails every weekend from school. 

Gaurangi Rastogi 
Class VI
The Doon Girls' School

Reflections Since 2021