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22/11/2025
Today began with a voice — not mine.
Some neighbour, two buildings away, was humming an old tune while watering plants. The song floated across the air like it had forgotten its age, and for a moment, it felt as if the morning had walked toward me on its own.
There is something special about a day that doesn’t demand your attention but quietly earns it. No rush, no instruction — just a soft melody reminding you that life still has corners where beauty hides without announcement.
I stood there for a minute longer than necessary, letting the tune settle inside me.
Maybe mornings aren’t meant to “prepare” us.
Maybe they’re just meant to remind us that even ordinary days arrive carrying small gifts, if we’re willing to listen.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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