This lonely postbox standing in the middle of the busy streets of the chandni chowk under the bright sunny day. It has no demands, no aspirations and no identity except its red colour but it has magic. This red colour spells magic. The magic is hidden inside the box and behind that small look in the foot of this red baby. What is this magic and where is it. It is hidden in the thousands of leaves of paper floating inside the red sea. These floating leaves brings happiness of success, achievement, fulfil someones dream, giving wings to fly even higher, to those who wants to fly. Hope to those who are struggling in their lives and loads of memories to millions of people around the world.