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24 November 2025
Some evenings arrive like an old friend — softly, without knocking. Tonight feels like that. The sky has folded itself into gentler shades, the air has slowed its pace, and even the city sounds seem to be speaking in lower tones. Nothing demands attention; everything simply exists.
This is the hour that forgives the day.
A cup of warm light sits on the horizon, and if you listen carefully, you might hear a faint tune someone is humming on a balcony — not a song you recognise, but one that makes sense to your heart.
Let this be your pause. Not an escape, not a lesson — just a place to set down whatever you carried. The night doesn’t need explanations. It only asks you to breathe a little softer.
And when you’re ready, let the quiet wrap around you like a gentle shawl.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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