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09 August 2025
The morning doesn’t rush; it arrives like a soft knock at your door. A pale light stretches across the room, the air still cool and fresh from the night’s rest. Somewhere, a bird tries its first note, as if warming up for a concert. You inhale, and the air feels lighter, calmer—like it’s carrying possibilities you haven’t met yet.
This is the quiet gift of morning: a reset that doesn’t ask for anything except your presence. Let your shoulders drop, let your smile come without reason. You don’t need to chase the day—just meet it gently, as it meets you.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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