Vasishta woke up with thousands of imperial parchment scattered all over her place and felt the same anxiety that she had felt every morning. The window to her side was open. Above it, a square fabric floated in the air. It continuously popped letters linked like a train.
It was a magical letterbox.
‘Ugh! Not again!’ she groaned tiredly as she yanked the duvet to the side scattering the parchments over the floor. She didn’t care. Rubbing her eyes, she peeked outside at the busy road. It was a quarter to nine in the morning. The plaza below her apartment buzzed with loud chatters, hurried steps, honks of cars and whistles.
‘Now what?’ grunting, she picked up an important letter which was slapped across her face, disrupting her peaceful slumber. It was an emerald green enve
