It was a rather beautiful life – filled with an abundance of flowers, lunches and monies. What lay underneath, no one knew. Not even Anu herself.  It was years of burden, sorrow, smiles, and poise wrapped in delicates – pile over pile, forming the pristine façade. Which flower was real, which emitted a soothing fragrance and which didn’t, didn't matter… It was all so beautifully curated that no one ever wanted to disturb it, even by mistake.   One day, while looking for her misplaced hairpin, Anu unraveled the layers, slowly, and one by one. She patiently caressed each wound, each fleeting emotion, each thing she held on so tight all through her perfect life.   She smiled as they began to fly away into thin air as she let them go…