Something felt different that morning. Riya woke up earlier than usual. Gentle sunlight was slipping through the curtains into her room. Birds were chirping outside, but inside, her heart felt a strange restlessness. Something felt incomplete… something that wouldn’t let her rest until it was done.Riya said to herself, “No more delaying. Today I will clean the storeroom.”It was that room in the house which no one opened often. It had old things—some broken toys, old trunks, furniture, and a quiet smell that had settled in with time. Riya picked up a broom, opened the window, and got to work.As