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Date: 11 May 2025
Sometimes life feels like a maze, full of routines, tasks, and memories that crowd every corner. We wake up and trace the same old paths, waiting for something fresh to break the monotony. But within that routine, somewhere between habit and hesitation, there lies a door—a quiet, forgotten opening we never noticed before.
This door is not carved in wood or bordered with light. It doesn’t creak or gleam or demand our attention. It could be a pause before reacting. A glance at the sky after a storm. A deep breath before you decide to forgive. It could be an old notebook, a dusty guitar, or a name you’ve almost erased from memory. It could be a whisper saying, “Try again.”
Once, I found my door in a letter I never sent. It was meant to be an apology, but it turned into a rediscovery of self. Just writing it made something inside me breathe again. I never posted it. I didn’t need to. The door had already opened.
We often think transformation requires thunder and lightning. But more often, it comes in hushed footsteps, in a word softly spoken, or a moment finally acknowledged.
What part of you is waiting to be found behind the door you never noticed?
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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