THE MAN WHO COLLECTED LOST THINGS

Chapter 1 Introduces us to the main character- ARJUN MEHTA He is not a typical collector. He does not collect coins or stamps. He collects lost minutes- small moments that people live through but instantly forget. Every evening at exactly 6:40 p.m, he sits on the same bench in the park ( LOTUS PARK ) . He does not use his phone or listen to the music. He just watches people: 1: a child chasing a butterfly 2: a tired office worker running for the bus 3: an old women feeding pigeons He writes these moments down in a small leather bound notebook: A stranger helped someone without being asked Someone smiled without knowing why A mother soothed her baby with a lullaby For him these are not lost at all - they are the invisible stitches that hold life together. The world does not run on a big things: wars, weddings, graduations. It runs on these tiny, lost things that no one bother to keep . Someone holding the door for two seconds too long. A stranger's smile on the bus. A lullaby remembered after twenty years. If he did not collect them , who would? He was about to close his notebook when a shadow fell on a page. A voice - a young woman's voice- said: Excuse me I think you have something that belongs to me. Arjun looked up. He had never seen her before in his life. And yet, her eyes were already full of tears.