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30 July 2025
Some evenings, the tea tastes like poetry and the biscuit crumbles like all my good intentions to diet. I sit on the balcony, watching the neighbor’s cat pretend to own the universe — tail high, ignoring everyone, including physics.
Today, I tried meditating. Lasted two minutes before my brain reminded me of every embarrassing moment since 2007. So I switched to humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like the ice cream truck jingle — and guess what, I rewarded myself accordingly.
Evenings aren’t for accomplishments. They’re for mismatched socks, gentle sunsets, and chuckling at how seriously we take life. If laughter is medicine, then let this little corner be your evening prescription — side effects may include random grins and spontaneous joy.
Breathe. Smile. Repeat.
Tomorrow can wait. Tonight, let’s just be a little foolish and a lot free.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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