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Date: 14/04/2025
They say there are six seasons in India.
But no one talks about the seventh—
The season named after someone you once loved.
It arrives unannounced. A sudden gust of wind carrying their perfume. A half-heard laugh that sounds exactly like theirs. A chill in April that makes no meteorological sense.
You find yourself rearranging furniture, only to realize you’re trying to erase memory.
You crave a dish you never liked before—because they once made it for you.
You scroll through photos not to see their face, but to remember your own when you were with them.
This season doesn’t show up on calendars.
But everyone has lived through it.
And survived.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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