The Address …

Ramakrishnan checked the letter again. It was the sixth time he was doing, but he couldn’t help it. Nothing like that had ever been delivered to Kelmanom post office, where he was postmaster. The quiet temple town had nothing to create a buzz about. They were quite happy to be lost in the sounds of the devotional music and the music of the sea close to their village. He shook his head as he walked toward the sea, with the sunset coloring the waters orange.

He stood at the edge of the water and waited. Five minutes passed by. Then another five. He was beginning to think that he had been mad to even think that what he had read was possible. He removed the letter from his pouch, and sat down on the wet sands, and began to read it again.

It was addressed to him. The envelope read,

The Postmaster,
Kelmanom Post Office,
Kerala State, India.

There were no stamps on the envelope, and the address was scribbled hurriedly. He found it amidst the mail that come in the previous day, and the bag had not been opened. Ramakrishnan wasn’t sure whether or not to open it, but he did. The envelope had a letter, and another closed, unaddressed envelope inside.

Dear postmaster,

If you are reading this, then I guess I have to thank you first, for taking a chance that this letter is not a fake one.

What I am asking you to do may sound unbelievable, but I ask you to take a chance on that too. For my sake, and hers. I had a séance with her, and she told me this is the only way it can be done.

Go today evening at 6 to the edge of the sea. As the sun sets, you’ll see a pier appear, and a town. The town has nineteen houses, no more, no less. Please ask for Anamika, and give this letter to her. The town will not appear for another seven years, so it is essential that you do it today.

Thanks for hearing me.

A lost soul.

He looked at the horizon, and rubbed his eyes. For there was the town the letter spoke of. Twenty houses, or shacks rather, on either side of a long wooden pier stretching out from the sands to the right of him. He stood up, and in a daze, walked toward the town.

He hesitated. But, not a single letter that had reached him previously had gone undelivered. He gingerly stepped on to the wooden pier and found, to his shock, that it didn’t give. He walked in to the town, and knocked on the first door.

A minute passed before the door was opened by an old woman.

“I… I am looking… for A..ana.. anamika,” he whispered, hoping he had found the address.

She told him no, and closed the door. Scared, Ramakrishnan moved to the second, and again was told the same. Eighteen doors passed like that, but he continued to persist.

A boy opened the last door when he knocked, smiled, and then called for someone else… a woman. She was perhaps thirty years old.

“Are you…” his voice trailed off.

She nodded, and searched his hands for the letter, which he gave her.

“Thank you so much. Would you like some water?” she asked him.

But Ramakrishnan shook his head, and told it was best that he be off.

The woman watched on as Ramakrishnan ran toward the shore, and stopped suddenly. The pier no longer reached the shore. He tried to jump, but found that he couldn’t do that either. Dejected, he sat at the edge of the pier, his feet dangling toward the sea, and the light of a full moon now around him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see the young girl there.

“I’m sorry. My husband must have forgot to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Ramakrishnan asked her.

“If you aren’t back on shore before the last rays of the sun, you cannot leave the town.”

She pointed towards the other end of the pier, and Ramakrishnan saw another shack appear out of nowhere. The twentieth shack.

His new address.

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.

To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 1, the word chosen by Bhavya was ADDRESS, around which this story was written.

(1st April 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

70 thoughts on “The Address …”

  1. Wow..nice one. It is nice that you managed to keep the pace and yet maintain suspense in this short piece of fiction. I loved the plot. You are a story teller, aren’t you? 🙂

    • Yeah 🙂 I like to write stories for sure, Poosri. Thanks and glad you liked its pace and suspense. Have a nice AtoZ month at TR. 🙂

  2. Wow… I really needed some nice story before calling it a day… And this was just perfect! Totally loved it… The pace is awesome! Guess I’ll have to visit often. See you around the A-Z challenge!

  3. Awed by the narrative skills. I drowned there, along with the postmaster. Master touch, the denouement!
    Thanks Shail, for the share. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this. 🙂

    Glad to be reading from you Vinay, however sporadic it’s going to be 🙂 🙂

    All the best, for the A-z, to everyone! You have my earnest admiration 🙂

    • Yes, with Bhavs around, and many others, I think I can finish the A to Z 🙂 Fingers crossed!

      Thank you, Roshni & I’m glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂

  4. ahhh.. I was wondering why there were 20 houses when the letter said 19, and went back up to recheck. Such a twist to the tale. Enjoyed 😀

  5. I loved the story. Ok, so I have got my month long supplies and essentials. I’ll go home on Sundays though. You sure, I won’t get stuck here right? I mean, is there something you are not telling me?

    But I so want to know what is to B and so I will C to it that I find my way back. Fingers crossed.

    • You’re most welcome to camp here, BlogwatiG 😀 I don’t promise that you won’t be stuck 😉 But it’s not a series, just stories each day.

      Glad you loved the story 🙂 Thanks very much.

  6. Are u going to continue the story series for whole April ? 🙂
    would love to read. This plot intrigued me. We all like mystic things dont we
    Well done vinay

  7. Wow, that was quite some story. The fact that you managed to tell so much using so little speaks volumes for your craft of story telling. Thoroughly enjoyed it a lot 🙂

  8. I liked the story. A tinge of sadness for the Post Master though, he couldn’t get back. Wonderfully narrated, absolutely gripping without overdoing any aspect. Awesome!!!

    • Thank you, Shail 🙂 By mutual consent, Bhavz get’s first choice if she’s there in the same challenge 😀 Will letcha know 😉

  9. This is just awesome Leo! Loved the story. When I opened your blog, I was kind of wary as I am not a fan of poetry. I have to say that I was very happy to see this short story.

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