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Date: 16/11/25
Ask an Icelander what makes them quietly proud, and many will point toward Jökulsárlón — the glacier lagoon where ice becomes poetry. Blocks of blue, older than memory, break from Breiðamerkurjökull and drift slowly across a mirror-like lagoon. The sound is gentle, a soft cracking that feels like time adjusting its breath.
Visitors see beauty. Icelanders see something deeper — resilience. Each iceberg carries centuries of storms, seasons, and silent patience. To stand there is to feel the weight of time held lightly. The light moves differently on that water, almost as if honouring what survived long enough to glow.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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