The cat and the drawer

“Daddy…….. Daddy…….”

“Did you see it again, baby?”

She hugged him tightly and said, “Yes, dad. Again same black cat pulled my quilt, jumped over the table and scratching the drawer”.

“Sleep, my dear. All will be fine”

“You are saying the same from last ten years. I want to know what’s in the drawer, who has locked it. Where is the key?”

“I swear, I don’t have the key. I tried to open it by all means but its not”

She cried and pulled her bedsheet. Numerous thoughts, questions were weaving the web in mind and struggling to come out of it. She had become the cocoon within it from many years and want to come out from it resolving it and emerging into a new life.

She put her all positive thoughts and woke up in the morning in search of the answer. She digs the toolbox to…