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23 November 2025
Ask a Greek what they are proud of, and they might smile before answering — because some things don’t need explanation. On the island of Santorini, there is a moment just before sunset when the world becomes a painting. Walls turn honey-gold, the sea melts into shades of blue deeper than memory, and the sky opens like a soft, warm curtain. This is not tourism; this is heritage. Light itself feels Greek.
For generations, people here have trusted the sun the way one trusts an old friend — steady, loyal, returning every day without fail. The architecture, the rhythm of evenings, the very mood of the villages are shaped by this relationship. And when the sun finally slips into the Aegean, locals pause, not out of habit but respect.
In that glow, you understand why Greeks carry their sunsets like a quiet treasure — a pride without words, shared freely with anyone willing to look up.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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