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13 August 2025
By the time evening came, the street was bathed in a golden haze. Children’s laughter drifted from somewhere unseen, weaving through the warm air like a playful song. The day’s noise had quietened, replaced by softer sounds—distant footsteps, the rustle of a curtain, the faint chime of a bicycle bell.
As the sun slipped lower, clouds caught its glow and held it for just a while longer, as though they couldn’t bear to let it go. The breeze turned cooler, brushing past you like an old friend, and in the corner of the street, paper lanterns began to glow—small pockets of light against the growing blue.
It was a reminder that beauty doesn’t shout; it appears in quiet, unhurried ways. You stood there, letting the moment wrap around you, knowing that the simplest scenes often stay the longest in the heart.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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