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28 November 2025
Some evenings arrive gently, not with golden skies or dramatic clouds, but with a soft fade — like a song lowering its volume without ending. It’s the kind of evening that invites you to sit for a while, maybe near a window, maybe near someone you trust, maybe near your own thoughts.
Across the world, evenings behave differently. In bustling cities they glow neon; in small towns they smell of dinner; in quiet homes they become a companion. But one thing remains universal — evening is the hour that reminds us that our pace can slow without guilt.
Tonight, let the day melt without analysis.
Let the heart breathe in its own time.
And let silence speak the last line.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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