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14 August 2025
The morning wore a thin veil of mist, softening the edges of everything it touched. Trees stood like quiet sentinels, their leaves glistening with dew, while the air held a cool sweetness that felt almost like a blessing.
You paused at the window, watching the light slowly push through the pale haze. It wasn’t a morning that demanded you hurry—it was one that asked you to linger, to savour. Somewhere, a bicycle bell rang in the distance, carrying the simple music of a new day beginning.
And in that stillness, you felt it—the quiet assurance that today could be shaped gently, one peaceful step at a time.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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