It all started when I began parking my car next to a Post Box, located under a tree near my department of Industrial Design Centre (IDC), Indian Institute of Technology, Bombay (IITB). I used to see this rundown Post Box every day, with its faded red paint, rusted door hinges and the dangling half-open door with the letters exposed. I felt very uncomfortable looking at the Post Box, and its dilapidated condition continued to nag me. One day I went up to it and closed the dangling door. But the next day, it was back to square one with the door hanging out as though it was soliciting my help (Fig 1.1).