A Letter in the Mailbox – A Short Story

Often, days seem long and my patience starts to wear off.  It’s never like this the days when you are home. I keep myself engaged in chores and leave your thoughts at bay. Attending to them only when they seem restless. Minutes seem like hours  and the hands of the clock are ticking away. Slowly, I drift into thoughts of you again.

I find myself peeking out the window.  Just one last time, I say. And the wait prolongs as I see no movement, no progress other than the day speeding away. Through the creeks of the wooden doors, I look for signs. But I only see the rays of the sun getting thicker, denser with the hour reminding me that the day is about to end.  And I peer down the street, and then back up the arch and through the dense shrubs for
a letter in the mailbox.

Getting back to work seems difficult due to the my heart’s restlessness. It is a condition that is bound to stay. Today again, the post doesn’t arrive, I know it won’t. It is a week more before the post will come, bringing your whereabouts and my lost smile too. I collect my scattered thoughts just like I collect the clothes you’ve left scattered on the floor, feeling your presence in them. I smile to myself as though it is some deep secret that only we share. There is a rush of memories, a nostalgic feeling follows. I leave the pile of your clothes and things on the floor and rush to the bed-side table. I open the drawer which has your letters, received through the years.

I open one and stare at the curled letters just a little longer. The world comes to a halt and time gradually stops. I read while I let each word sink. Myriads of emotions take hold of me and I reminisce about us. The words feel like a whisper. And I let it soothe the urge in me. The urge to see you, feel you, hold you. I read them, all of them, again. And that’s what I do each time while you are gone.

Keeping them letters back, I resume work, counting in my mind, the days left before I will see you walk home again. Until then, I wait. I wait for another week before the post comes. And I glance out the door once more, while I wait for a letter in the mailbox.


© Asha Seth

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34 Replies to “A Letter in the Mailbox – A Short Story”

  1. Wonderful post Asha. I found you from My Feather Quill. I have already picked up so many excellent writing tips here and I love your writing style! This particular post moved me as writing and receiving letters played a huge part in my life. As a Brit, I married an American and moved with my then young son to California in 1986 where we stayed for the next 17 years. I was terribly homesick despite loving the life there. Letters from home breathed life into me. I have so many that I have kept and am sure that they will oneday tell a story… 🙂


    1. I am so happy to know that this post resonated with your life, Sherri. I am sure, when you are constantly moving, all that remains is the memories concealed in ink, clutched at your heart. They are the only hope of happiness, sometimes.
      Enjoy the day dear!


      1. Asha, you have such a beautiful and touching way of writing. I am now following you as I am truly inspired by your words. I have also nominated you for a Bouquet of 3 Awards just to bring some sunshine your way. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything with it (they take work!) but if you are interested in knowing more, the link is: http://sherrimatthewsblog.com/2013/08/13/knighting-people-a-bouquet-of-3-awards/
        You have a lovely day too 🙂


    1. Hello Subhan, how’ve you been dear? And oh so pleased for your compliment, my heart might explode of the happiness your words brought. What else could I expect? Such an honor! Although I hardly deserve it.
      Keep coming. 🙂


  2. I think certainly one day you will write a “best selling book”. All your blogs are very good.Though i have exams from Monday still I am reading your blogs and i have read.They are written in such a way that you are bound to read.


    1. Well, I just hope you dont totally forget about going back to your academics.
      I am glad to see you stop. Thank you very much. Ill be around your space soon.
      All the very best for your exams dear!


  3. Hello Asha!

    This is Jhobell Kristyl, book review blogger of BOOK MAVEN’S PICKS. I’m e-mailing you today because I’m currently running a book give-away in collaboration with author Ellyn Oaksmith for her book Adventures With Max & Louise. I would appreciate it if you help spread the word about it on your blog &/or twitter.

    You can find the details at: http://bookmavenpicks.wordpress.com/2013/04/19/adventures-with-max-louise-by-ellynoaksmith-give-away/

    It starts on April 19 (Friday) and ends on May 10 (Friday). It runs for 3 weeks. Thank you for your consideration and help. Take care!

    Jhobell Kristyl


    1. Hello, how’ve you been Kristyl?
      I’ll be more than happy to post about the giveaway. Shall run through your post for further details. Thank you for considering me. You are such a sweetheart Kristyl. Take care.


  4. Hello Asha….You have a very nice blog here. I love your collections! Keep spreading the joy and beauty to the world, my friend. Do you have any advice for beginning writers?

    Thanks Cyril


  5. I am amazed at how many great writers are out here in the blog world. you my friend are up there with them, fusing so many emotions together into such a short space. I hope you are as proud of this as I am…


    1. Hello SteJ, How’ve you been? Well, I most certainly am proud of the fact that I have you who is constantly sharing motivating thoughts to make writing seem so much simpler and happier despite the challenges one encounters. And thanks for the smiles you brought. 🙂


    2. Always up for giving a few smiles! I haven’t been around much lately so I apologise but I’m back now, so shall have a crack at throwing some motivating thoughts your way and they shall pass your ever motivating style on the way, which always invigorates me, of course.


“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” ― James A. Michener

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