All rights reserved by author. 29/08/25
There are moments we think we have forgotten—old faces, long-lost voices, a touch that once steadied us. But the heart is a careful archivist. It stores them in quiet corners, waiting for the smallest trigger: a song, a scent, a line of poetry.
Suddenly, the memory floods back, not to wound us, but to remind us that love, once given, never disappears. It may change form, it may soften with time, but it lingers, shaping who we are.
When the heart remembers, it does not just recall the past—it whispers a gentle truth: we have lived, we have loved, and that is enough.
— Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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