She had a thing for everything broken.
Believed broken things had better stories to tell and treasured them all. Bits and pieces of broken bangles, Cute little charms from a broken bracelet, Her grandpa’s broken vintage radio, Her father’s broken watch and as she grew up, Broken hearts! Time has passed and broken hearts left when they weren’t so broken anymore.
There are ghosts everywhere. Ghosts are memories that haunt, graves are forgotten souls; voices that are lost cry alone. So Keep walking as far as the road goes and remember,
What comes around isn’t always what goes.
So Aswathy finally agreed to collaborate with me. 🥺