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Date: 04/07/2025
There’s a black hole in every washing machine.
It eats socks.
You put in two, it gives you one.
I don’t know where they go. Maybe there’s a parallel universe ruled by single socks.
And you know what? I’ve stopped caring.
Because life is full of these tiny disappearances—pens, hair clips, tiffin lids.
They vanish, and somehow, we move on.
So tonight, I let the sock go.
Folded its lonely twin and said, “You’ll find your way. Or a new purpose.”
Like a dust cloth. Or a puppet.
Everything gets recycled—eventually.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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