In a quiet town where nothing ever seemed to change, there lived a 17-year-old boy named Ayan. He wasn't famous, rich, or particularly talented. But he had one strange habit:
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Cracked watches. Half-burnt diaries. A single earring without its pair. A phone with a shattered screen.
His small room looked like a museum of forgotten objects.
But Ayan didn't collect them because they were useless.
He believed broken things had stories no one listened to.
And maybe… that's why he felt connected to them.