A small village - named Kottali. The road has passed through the village, the green paddy field beside it, and an old man walking every day - named Abdul Karim. Everyone in the village knows him as "letter Karim".
Karim was once a village postman. In the morning he would get out of the bike, love a letter to someone, money sent to some, news from the city to some. He used to laugh by delivering the letter - as if he was the one who was happy.
But now the letter does not come. Mobile phones, internet - everything has changed. Yet Karim still takes the old bag on his shoulder every day. Some say, "The old man is crazy." But no one knows, there is a letter in Karim's bag - "Last letter" written for his son.
The boy went to work in the city and did not return. The phone is also closed. Yet Karim crosses the field every day and goes to the post office - if one day the call comes on his name, if the boy returns once.
One afternoon, the people of the village saw Karim lying on the side of the road - that letter in his hand. The envelope is flying in the air, writing on it -
"Father love you very much, Firib one day ..." It was created with the help of AI
