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Date: 16/07/2025
I watched the postman today—his bag sagging with letters, parcels, bills, and postcards. How many secrets does he carry unknowingly?
Years ago, we waited for his knock with bated breath. A letter meant love, news, or a cousin’s wedding invite. Now, it’s mostly silent notifications on screens.
But tonight, I missed the weight of a handwritten envelope. Its slight perfume. The uneven scrawl of someone thinking of you.
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll send one. And you?
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com
