Had an unxpectedly good time at the Philatelic Museum with Siangs on Saturday. Chatting about our stamp collecting and pen pal days, writing 'thank you mr postman' on the postcard. I remember the postman was one of those whom I looked forward to every afternoon; would run out to the porch to meet him. Realised also that as kids, our intentions were so much purer, writing letters was just for making friends. I can't say that for now when we are all grown up.
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