This is a happy thread: My uncle lives alone in Dharwad, Karnataka and we hadn’t been able to reach him for the last one week. His phone died, presumably and it’s impossible to get any repairs right now. My mother, a former postal employee, had an idea: she called the post office

She explained the situation to the clerk on the other end, and got the phone number of the postman (remember them?!) who services my uncle’s neighbourhood. The postman readily agreed to check on my uncle.

He went to my uncle’s house, found him healthy and well, and a little confused about why a postman had come looking for him. The postman then called my mother and had my uncle speak to her. He even scolded my uncle for not being in touch with the family, apparently.

Moral of the story: thank your postman, call your sister.