Evening Whispers

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05 August 2025

There’s something about the hush of evening that no hour of the day can replicate. The sky slowly folds into a softer version of itself, as if even the clouds have tired of rushing. A bird calls once, then silence. Somewhere, a kettle begins to hum—its sound warmer than words.

We sit with the day’s remnants: thoughts half-finished, smiles unreturned, small victories unnoticed. And yet, in this slow unwind, there is comfort. Nothing is demanding. Nothing is rushing. The world, for once, agrees to be still.

Let the night fall gently. Let it bring not answers, but rest. Sometimes, peace is not found in doing, but in quietly undoing the knots we didn’t know we’d tied.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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