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A forgotten melody( part -III)

Continued From Part -II

With the melody complete, Arun felt a sense of closure—not just for his grandfather, but for himself as well. He realised that he no longer wanted to return to his old life of monotony. Music had rekindled a fire within him, and he was determined to keep it alive.

Arun decided to stay in Chandanpur and open a small music school in his grandfather’s memory. He wanted to share the joy of music with others, to help them find the connection that he had rediscovered. The school quickly became a hub of creativity, attracting students from all walks of life.

As the years passed, Arun’s music school grew, and so did his reputation as a musician. But more importantly, he found a sense of fulfilment that he had never experienced before. He had found his true calling, and in doing so, he had found himself.

The story of Arun’s journey spread far and wide, inspiring others to rediscover their passions and reconnect with their roots. The completed melody, “The Melody of Life,” became a symbol of hope and healing—a reminder that it’s never too late to find your true path.

Arun’s story touched the hearts of many, both in India and around the world. It resonated with those who had lost their way, reminding them of the importance of following their passions and staying true to themselves. The blend of Indian classical music and universal themes of love, loss, and self-discovery made the story relatable to readers everywhere.

And as Arun played the final notes of “The Melody of Life” on stage one evening, he felt the presence of his grandfather beside him, smiling with pride.(End)

Rajat chandra Sarmmah

Guwahati , Assam , India

26/08/2024

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A musical Night (Part -3)

However, the problem started with the stage arrangements as both the guest artists had different kinds of requirements and there was a delay in appointing the subcontractor. Bikash himself started negotiating with both the guest artist and after several rounds of meetings and cajoling efforts made by Bikash, a midway was found. Still, there was a substantial delay in the process and the subcontractor had to deploy additional manpower and equipment, costing some additional payment to them. As a  Leader Bikash built relationships with the artists, fostering trust and collaboration which solved the problem. He conveys the vision of the event to the guest artists and inspires them to deliver their best. 

Back up the power supply and the acoustic arrangement was made. The performance can be visible from all the stadium galleries with display boards all around. The stage design was approved by Bikash after consulting the two guest artists through video conferencing and their team of experts in sound and internal space arrangement for their pieces of equipment etc. Everything was going on at a breakneck speed and no one had time for rest. One day the Directors and the CEO, came to the ground and saw the people working the way he never expected, they seemed to be very happy and did not wait long and praised Bikash and his team.

 The other group, completed their sponsorship targets and started the booking of tickets as fixed by Bikash and no management approval was sought. Necessary provisions for free tickets for the VVIPs, patrons and other invited guest was kept in excess so that there should not be any problem later.

 The third group organised six groups of different ethnic troupes to display their music and dance for 5 minute slot to every group and another 10 minutes were kept for our in-house talents to show their performance. Every front was going fine and all the people, with the proper guidance of Bikash working round the clock. There were no complaints or fatigue when they saw their leader working round the clock with their hand in hand. Bikash arranged for food for all the workforce at locations so that time is not wasted. Bikash as the Leader ensured the team was aligned with the vision of the event, motivated and mobilised the teams, emphasizing the significance of the chosen event for the company in realizing the event’s goals.

As the event date approached, chaos began to surface with some panic reactions on some small issues as the people were nervous, Bikash understood the same and convinced the team to be relaxed and think coolly. It’s during this phase that the contrast between managing and leading becomes most evident. Bikash played the role of leadership perfectly while his managers were in a panic.

 But suddenly a major problem arose as one of the main sponsors suddenly withdrew from the programme and we are totally at a loss for what to do. Bikash started contacting all possible places and likely, he was able to convince one to our rescue. The decision to sue the defaulter sponsor was sent to our company’s legal department. Bikash coordinated with all the managers, so that, we were ready in all respects two days before the show and had a relaxed day previous to the day of the show.

He goes on checking each and every activity so that there is no missing link. 

All hotel rooms were checked, the menu was finalised and transport was arranged at various locations as necessary. 

With a clear concept and planning, the morning meeting everyday discusses any pending issues related to the Venue and provision of logistics in coordination with the performing groups , coordination of the Two groups and a break for the local artists, ticketing and sponsoring the team and their progress and concerns, security and crowd management, Liasioning with the state departments and personnel security staff of the artists technical audio/video, lighting and backups,  hospitality for the visiting artist like accommodation, catering and backstage arrangements and decisions taken at those meeting itself and managers were allowed to take some on the spot decisions. After the sponsorship issue was settled, things came under control and we were all sure of a grand evening. 

 Bikash was a relaxed man.

He called me to his room, ordered a fine scotch and both of us enjoyed it and hoped everything would go fine. 

We had full rehearsal two days before the show and the shortcomings that came to light were rectified. The Artists and their instruments started arriving and our respective teams were busy along with our subcontractor to putting them in the right place. Even then It was backstage, where performers, technicians, and organizers moved with a sense of urgency that bordered on chaos. The pressure here was palpable, like the rising action in a story.

  The dummy performers, adorned in dazzling costumes, were busy with last-minute rehearsals, nervous energy coursing through their veins. Their voices, usually so powerful on stage, were now reduced to hushed whispers, exchanging quick reminders and well-wishes.

 Technicians scurried about, adjusting lighting rigs, testing sound systems, and ensuring that every technical aspect was flawless. The weight of the entire production seemed to rest on their shoulders.

 One team were juggling multiple tasks, from resolving unexpected issues to coordinating the arrival of VIP guests. They were managing a never-ending list of to-dos, trying to maintain a semblance of order amid the chaos.

As the minutes ticked away, the tension in the backstage area reached its climax. The culmination of months of hard work, creativity, and dedication was about to unfold on the stage. The pressure was at its zenith, and just like the turning point in a story, it was time for the grand reveal.

At last the final day arrived, All were tense, Bikash with his smiling face encouraging everyone, but I know internally he was also very tense as everything was on his head but not show his nervousness to anyone.

And ultimately, the moment arrived. The curtains were lifted, and the stage was gradually illuminated and soon bathed in a flood of lights and the stadium gallery lights were gradually put off. The audience erupted into applause, and the pressure building behind the scenes shifted. This was the showtime pressure, akin to the climactic moment in a story.

The team previously nervous and anxious, transformed into radiant stars. Their voices soared, their movements were impeccable, and they delivered their best. The pressure that had gripped them was now channelled into their grand performances in all the front.

Technicians, who had meticulously set the stage, now operated with precision and grace. Their efforts were hidden behind the scenes, but they were the backbone of the show’s success.

Bikash watched from the wings, their faces a mix of anxiety and pride. They had navigated the backstage chaos to bring forth this spectacle, and now they were witnessing the audience’s emotional engagement, the true climax of the story. The CEO was interacting with the VVIP guests and sponsors. Things seem to be going  well.

As the musical reached its crescendo, the showtime pressure reached its peak. Every note, every step, and every lighting cue executed flawlessly. The audience was captivated, transported into a world of music and magic. The pressure was no longer a burden; it was the force that had created this unforgettable moment.

In the grand musical show, just like in a compelling story, the backstage pressure and the showtime pressure were essential elements, each playing a distinct role in the unfolding narrative of art and entertainment.

After the first group’s enthralling performance, the local folk and musical troup presented their performance. It was a brilliant performance and the crowd was shouting all along enjoying the show, which they had not expected, then came our team, They were a bit nervous at the beginning but overall people liked it as we were changing from one theme to another from the word go.

Bikash and I were behind the stage relaxing taking a scotch as the show going as planned when the second group entered the stage. There were loud noises from the crowd as people mainly came for his and his team’s performances. Shouting and singing and dancing by the audience along with the artist going on in full swing.

As the final notes of the grand musical show reverberated through the venue, the audience’s thunderous applause signalled not only the end of the performance but also the conclusion of a remarkable story. The performers took their well-deserved bows, their faces radiant with the knowledge that they had brought a magical tale to life.

Backstage, the pressure that had been building for weeks now dissolved into relieved smiles and tears of joy. Technicians shared a moment of satisfaction, knowing that their unseen efforts had contributed to this unforgettable night. The Organizers, our company CEO, Bikash and all of us too, breathed a collective sigh of relief, proud of the show’s success.

In that moment, it became evident that the grand musical show was more than just a performance; it was a narrative in itself, filled with dedication, passion, and the pursuit of perfection. The story had reached its resolution, leaving a lasting memory in the hearts of all who had been part of it, both on and off the stage. It is a triumph of the leadership.

And so, as the curtain fell and the stage lights dimmed with stadium lights coming back, the grand musical show came to an end, but its story lived on in the hearts of the audience, the performers, the technicians, and the organizers. It was a tale of pressure and climax, of hard work and creativity, and of the transformative power of music and art. A story that would be retold, cherished, and remembered for years to come. Bikash’s leadership made it possible and he showed how a team to be led, involving them totally, encouraging them to share their ideas and always smiling even in the most critical situations and all credit for success is given to the team.  

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Mail ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Shelter Dog’s New Beginning


Date: 03/06/2026
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For nearly a year, a mixed-breed dog waited in an animal shelter.
Visitors walked past his enclosure almost every day.
Some preferred younger dogs.
Others looked for particular breeds.
The dog waited patiently.
Shelter workers knew him well. He greeted each morning with enthusiasm and seemed determined not to lose hope.
Then one afternoon, an elderly widower arrived looking for companionship.
The man had recently lost his longtime pet and was uncertain whether he was ready to welcome another animal into his life.
The dog made the decision easier.
He walked quietly to the front of the enclosure and rested his head against the gate.
A few days later, they left the shelter together.
Neither rescued the other completely.
Yet each filled an emptiness in the other’s life.
Stories like this unfold every day in shelters around the world.
They remind us that companionship is often found when least expected.
Sometimes a second chance arrives not as a grand event, but as a gentle presence waiting patiently to be noticed.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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The Floating Post Offices of India

Date: 03/06/2026

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In an age of instant messaging and electronic communication, the sight of a floating post office feels almost magical.

On the waters of Dal Lake in Kashmir operates one of the world’s most unusual postal services. Housed within a boat, the floating post office serves residents and visitors while preserving a tradition that stretches back generations.

The concept emerged during a period when waterways were the primary routes connecting communities around the lake. Rather than forcing people to travel long distances, postal services adapted to local geography.

What makes this story remarkable is not simply the uniqueness of a post office on water.

It is what the institution represents.

Postal systems have long been among humanity’s quiet connectors. They carried family news, business transactions, military correspondence and messages of affection across vast distances.

Even today, despite digital technology, many visitors are drawn to the floating post office because it symbolizes something enduring—the desire to remain connected.

The structure gently moves with the water, yet its purpose remains constant.

Sometimes heritage is not found in grand monuments or famous landmarks.

Sometimes it survives in everyday institutions that continue to serve people while carrying stories from another era.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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The Letter in the Drawer

Date: 03/06/2026

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“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched — they must be felt with the heart.” — Helen Keller

While searching for an old document, a man opened a drawer he had not touched for years.

Inside lay a folded letter.

The paper had yellowed slightly. The handwriting belonged to his mother.

She had written it decades earlier when he was leaving home for his first job.

The letter contained no great advice.

No profound philosophy.

It spoke of carrying an umbrella during the rainy season, eating on time, and writing home whenever possible.

Simple things.

Yet as he read it again, he found himself smiling.

Time had transformed ordinary sentences into treasured memories.

Perhaps that is one of life’s quiet mysteries.

We spend years chasing important moments, only to discover later that what we value most are often the smallest gestures.

A handwritten note.A familiar recipe.A voice remembered.

A letter forgotten in a drawer.

The world changes rapidly around us.

Yet certain words continue their journey through time, carrying affection long after the writer has fallen silent.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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The Elephant Who Returned

02/06/2026
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In many parts of Asia and Africa, people speak of the remarkable memory of elephants.
Scientists continue to study just how much these animals remember, but those who live near elephant habitats have long witnessed something extraordinary.
Elephants remember paths.
They remember water sources during droughts.
They remember migration routes travelled by generations before them.
A conservation worker once described an elephant that returned to a protected area after several years. The animal followed a familiar trail through the forest, paused beside an old watering place and stood there quietly before moving on.
No one could know what memories stirred within that immense and gentle mind.
Perhaps it recalled a season of abundance.
Perhaps members of its herd.
Perhaps a journey made long ago.
As forests shrink and traditional migration corridors disappear, these ancient memories face new obstacles.
Protecting wildlife is not merely about preserving animals. It is also about preserving knowledge carried across generations—knowledge written not in books but in instinct, experience and memory.
An elephant walking through a forest may appear to be taking a simple journey.
Yet within that journey travels a map older than roads, older than boundaries and older than many human settlements.
Some memories do not belong to people alone.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com YouTube: Converse With A Smile

The Underground City Beneath the Plains

2/06/2026
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Most of history’s great structures rise proudly above the earth. Castles, cathedrals, palaces and towers were built to be seen.
In central Türkiye, however, people achieved something remarkable by building in the opposite direction.
Beneath the plains of Cappadocia lie vast underground cities carved directly into soft volcanic rock. Some extended several levels below the surface and contained living quarters, kitchens, storage rooms, wells, schools and places of worship.
These were not mines or temporary shelters.
They were functioning communities.
During times of conflict and invasion, entire populations could move underground and continue their daily lives. Ingenious ventilation shafts brought fresh air to the deepest chambers. Large circular stone doors protected entrances and could be rolled into place when danger approached.
What makes these underground cities extraordinary is not merely their engineering but their purpose.
They were created not to display wealth or power, but to provide safety.
History often celebrates monuments that dominate the skyline.
Yet some of humanity’s finest achievements remain hidden from view.
The underground cities of Türkiye remind us that true ingenuity is not always about being noticed. Sometimes it is about protecting lives, preserving communities and preparing quietly for uncertain times.
The greatest structures are not always those that reach the highesthest.
Sometimes they are those that shelter deepest.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com YouTube: Converse With A Smile

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The Gift Hidden in Ordinary Days

02/06/2026

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“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” — Marcel Proust


A friend once told me that happiness rarely arrives with a drumbeat.
It comes quietly.
In the steam rising from a morning cup of tea.
In the neighbour who remembers your name.
In the tree that has survived another season without asking for applause.
We spend much of life searching for large moments. Promotions, celebrations, achievements and destinations. Yet, when people look back on their happiest years, they often remember something else entirely.
They remember conversations.
Shared meals.
Unexpected laughter.
The comfort of a familiar voice.
Perhaps the richest lives are not those filled with extraordinary events but those rich in noticing ordinary ones.
Today, before rushing into schedules and obligations, pause for a moment and observe something you usually overlook.
A bird on a wire.
A child asking a question.
A patch of sunlight on a wall.
The world offers small gifts every day.
Most of them arrive without wrapping paper.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
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The Cat Who Changed Platforms


1 June 2026
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The railway staff had grown accustomed to seeing the grey cat on Platform One.
Every morning she appeared near the tea stall, accepted a few biscuits from regular commuters, and spent the day watching trains come and go.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she disappeared.
For nearly a week, nobody saw her.
The tea seller wondered aloud where she had gone. A porter checked the corners of the station. Even passengers who knew nothing about one another exchanged theories.
On the eighth day, the mystery was solved.
The cat had simply moved to Platform Four.
Apparently, a newly opened snack kiosk offered better opportunities.
The discovery produced laughter throughout the station.
The cat, meanwhile, seemed entirely unconcerned by the attention she had generated.
She stretched lazily beneath a bench and ignored everyone.
People often imagine that they are the centre of every story.
Sometimes the story belongs to a cat whose only ambition is finding a better place to spend the afternoon.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India
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The Living Root Bridges of Meghalaya


1 June 2026
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In the hills of Meghalaya, nature and human patience have worked together to create something remarkable—the living root bridges.
Unlike ordinary bridges built from stone or steel, these structures are formed by guiding the aerial roots of rubber fig trees across streams and rivers. Over many years, the roots grow stronger, thicker, and eventually become sturdy enough to support people crossing them.
What makes these bridges fascinating is not only their appearance but the time required to create them. A bridge may take decades to mature. The people who begin the work often know they may never fully benefit from it. They build for future generations.
Visitors from around the world travel to Meghalaya to see these natural wonders. Yet many leave with a deeper appreciation for the mindset behind them. In an age that celebrates speed, the root bridges tell a different story—one of patience, cooperation, and long-term thinking.
Some landmarks impress because they are large.
These bridges impress because they remind us that the most enduring creations often grow slowly.

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India
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The Unsent Letter

1 June 2026

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“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” — Buddha

While cleaning an old cupboard, Arun found a letter he had written thirty years earlier.

It was addressed to a friend with whom he had argued over something neither of them could remember today.

Back then, pride had prevented him from posting it. The envelope remained sealed, gathering dust while decades quietly passed.

Arun sat near the window and read the letter.

The anger sounded unfamiliar. The certainty felt strange. Time had softened what once appeared impossible to forgive.

He smiled at his younger self.

The friend had moved away years ago. They had met only once since then, exchanging polite conversation and a handshake.

Arun folded the letter carefully and placed it back in the envelope.

Some victories are not won by proving we were right.

They arrive when we realise the argument was smaller than the friendship.

Outside, children were returning from school, laughing about things they would probably forget tomorrow.

Arun wished he had learned that lesson much earlier.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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The Bird That Returned


31 May 2026
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Every morning, a small bird landed on the same window ledge.
Nobody knew where it spent the rest of the day. It arrived, looked around for a few moments, and then disappeared into the distance.
The next morning, it returned.
Then again the following day.
Weeks passed. The pattern remained unchanged.
One day, the window stayed closed. Another day, it remained open. Sometimes there were people inside, sometimes there were none.
The bird seemed unconcerned by these details.
It was not visiting the window because of what happened there.
It was returning because the place had become familiar.
Human beings often do the same.
We revisit old streets, favourite chairs, childhood schools and familiar conversations. Not because they are perfect, but because they contain a small part of our story.
The bird never explained its loyalty to the ledge.
Perhaps it understood something simple.
Not every journey is about discovering somewhere new.
Sometimes it is about remembering where we belong.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
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