The Room That Waited

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Date: 21/06/2025

There was once a little study room at the back of an old house. No one had entered it in years, but it hadn’t lost hope. Every morning, the sunlight still spilled onto the dusty desk like a golden letter from the sky. A breeze still tiptoed through the cracked window to stir the pages of forgotten notebooks. The chair, though creaky, sat upright, waiting for someone to dream again.

And then one day, a boy wandered in with a cup of tea and a notebook. He sat, stretched, smiled—and the room nearly sighed in relief. It had been waiting to be part of someone’s story again.

Sometimes, the world around you is just waiting for your return. Today, take a seat somewhere quiet—and begin.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

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