In Nepal, a postman named Dawa walked for days delivering letters to remote villages.
One winter, he carried a letter for an elderly woman who had not received news from her son in twenty years.
When Dawa finally arrived, she opened the letter with trembling hands.
Her son had written from another country.
He was alive.
He had a family.
He had never forgotten her.
The woman held the letter against her heart.
Dawa stayed for tea before beginning the long journey home.
Years later, Dawa retired.
But villagers still remembered him.
They said he did more than deliver letters.
He carried pieces of people’s hearts across mountains.
