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Date: 29 October 2025
Evenings are like small balconies between two floors of time — one floor called “Today,” the other called “Tomorrow.” You stand there, holding a cup that’s gone half-cold, watching the street forget its hurry. Someone waters plants. Someone scrolls through old memories. Someone waves without words.
It’s funny how peace never announces itself; it just appears when you stop chasing noise. The air feels lighter, even if nothing outside has changed. Maybe that’s what resting really means — being present without performing.
If tomorrow feels uncertain, let the night remind you: not everything needs a plan. Some moments just need to be lived, quietly and completely.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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