The post office was the pilgrim of Ali's life. Every morning at four, Ali would walk to the post office, crossing all odds and whether. In the dawn sounds of a bird's chirp or the foot steps of labours going to work early would help him on his lonely journey to the post office. Sometimes he would hear women singing or sounds of grinder. And so facing against the chilly winds, shattered hopes and insults Ali with an infinite faith would walk to the post office.