“Don’t you feel afraid?” Kartik looked at the older man in awe as smoke from the piping hot tea mug he held in his hands, tickled his nose. Chellappan stood up smiling. He looked at his watch and swung his satchel across his shoulders. They were at the tea stall next to the post office for their mid-day tea break. While Kartik was a new recruit, Chellappan was a veteran and had been working as a postman since the last 30 years. He was 60 years of age, average height…
