Behind the bushes, she rushes to her secret box with a piece of paper in one hand. The sky is clear, flowers glitter in the broad daylight. Her mother is looking for her since morning, her phone lies on her bed with 5 missed calls. Its Saturday, 6th of February, every year on this day she adds something to her box. Its been years now and the box is filled with all kinds of things, from a stone to the receipt from her favourite bakery when she was 15. She has to move to a different city this year and she cannot carry the box with her or else it will no longer be a secret. She intends to read the paper when she comes back. Its been 7 yrs since then and lately she feels dazed all the time. Its been a rough year for her and she feels she has made some terrible mistakes in her personal and professional life. Tears roll from her eyes as she sits on the balcony staring at her glittering plants. She closes her eyes and she is translated to the same place where her secret box lies. She ope...