There was a time when countless heartfelt letters filled postboxes—letters of love, longing, care, and affection. A father’s careful handwriting would light the path of life, a mother would share news of her illness, and letters brought job offers and well wishes for faraway loved ones. Those were the days of the nineteenth century.
People would wait eagerly in front of post offices, hoping to receive a letter from a dear one, a message sealed with anticipation. If the letter were delayed, relatives would hurry to the messenger’s door, anxious for any news.
Now, the words of joy and sorrow have vanished, replaced only by dust and faded memories. The era of the mailbox has faded into history.
With the rise of modern technology, the age-old tradition of letter writing is vanishing. A lonely, dust-covered postbox stands before the Cox’s Bazar post office—a relic of a bygone era, rarely receiving letters anymore. In the age of digital communication, mailboxes still exist throughout the district’s subdivisions, serving as reminders of the days when letters carried life’s messages across distances.
By Rajin Saleh
