On Loan
Mina and Sardari are adult friends.
And by "Adult", I mean if a year passes without them talking, that's fine.
This is a year or five before "Noncompetitive".
Chapter 1
"Missus Mina Rupaka Bhramana, formerly Miss Mina Rupaka Jadia?" The postman's bicycle leaned against the wall of her house.
"Y- yes?"
"Good - Ishaan though it must be you at the post office - though - well, it's not too long until Mr. Bhramana will be back, is it?"
"At some point they'll force him to take a break whether the rains fall or not. The need some downtime to repair the tent."
"Of course, of course - It is a little odd, though, that somebody would give your maiden name to the e-mail service."
She couldn't help but smirk a little, at the suggestion Jadia was her maiden name, "E... mail. That's the type computers do, isn't it?"
"It is. But they can also be sent to us for printing and delivery - That's why this looks so official - no proper signature. Think of it as... the newest incarnation of a telegram. Postage paid by sender. And - she will be informed you received it, electronically," He offered the letter.
"Ah-" Mina took the business-looking envelope, "Then thank you, Mr. Singh."
She watched as the postman mounted his bike and peddled off, before opening the side flap - it did look a lot like a telegram, though obviously they printed it by a different means. And - oh. She counted off years. Yeah, this counted as an older friend.
Things must be going well if she was announcing herself.