Yes that my father’s letter.
I heard my name
coming from distant land,
sometimes from the overlying round shaped hills and
sometimes along the brick-paved muddy path.
“It’s your father letter ” said the postman.
“Hurry! Hurry! dear as I have to catch the last train for bringing tomorrow letters. ” uttered the postman.
He gave me the envelope and whistled his way towards the railway station.
I opened my letter and it’s written there “I’m coming back very soon as the holidays are very near. ”
Yes that’s the happy letter which a daughter always wishes from his beloved father.