Got a letter from home. Even in this e-mail age, a postal mail never ceases to excite me. In fact, the romantic aspect of postal mails have increased nowadays. When I read a postal mail, I can imagine the pen in my mother's hand moving in the paper, forming the small blue letters, which I am seeing now. I can imagine my father sitting in the steel chair, late night, with paper on that old green steel table and writing the letter with the wooden dot-pen he is having. I can feel the calmness of atmosphere at home. May be a mild tune of Kathakali songs from Unnayi Warrier Kalanilayam floating in the air that time. I can also smell the cooked rice grains which they have used to paste the stamp on the envelope.