All rights reserved by the author | 8 November 2025
The best mornings are not the loud ones. They arrive quietly — like a curtain lifted by the breeze, letting light touch everything it missed through the night. We often rush to measure our mornings by alarms, routines, or checklists. But what if we measured them instead by how gently they teach us to begin again?
Somewhere, a baker lights his first oven. Somewhere else, a fisherman watches the line draw a slow circle on the river. Life doesn’t start at once; it starts in layers — sound, smell, warmth, thought. A true morning isn’t about what must be done; it’s about what can be felt.
So, take this one not as a command to pause, but as an invitation to listen — to the hum of beginnings that ask for no applause. You don’t need to chase the sunrise; just let it find you where you are.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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