Date: 7 October 2025
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When night drapes itself across the river, the first lantern rises. It carries a wish written in shaky ink — love, health, forgiveness. One by one, others follow, glowing softly like borrowed stars. The air smells of river mist and hope. A boy points upward, his mother nods, her eyes wet but smiling. The wind moves gently, almost careful not to break a dream. Across the bank, reflections merge until water and sky become the same quiet sheet of light. For a moment, everyone stands still — part of something wordless, warm, and infinite.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah,
Guwahati, Assam, India
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