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Date: 10 November 2025
The day sends out letters — some opened, some forgotten.
But evenings? They prefer messages — brief, quiet, and true.
No long speeches, no signatures, just small notes of light.
A lamp flickers on the table. The breeze reads it softly.
Someone far away types a message, deletes it, then smiles.
The sky replies with a faint orange heart before it fades.
In this hour, the world stops performing.
Even the roads sound tired of their own noise.
It’s the hour to listen, not to answer.
Let your thoughts go unread for a while.
The night will understand — it always does.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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