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Date: 19/11/25
Some mornings arrive quietly, like a curtain being lifted from inside the mind. Today feels like that—an unannounced shift, the sort you only notice when a forgotten part of you begins breathing again. There is no coffee cup on the table, no ritual to lean on. Only the soft truth that the world does not change in grand, noisy leaps; it changes in the smallest inch your heart agrees to move.
We begin again not because yesterday was heavy, but because dawn has a strange habit of forgiving us before we even ask.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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