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Date: 30/11/2025
Evenings have their own truth. They don’t rush like mornings or stretch like afternoons. They simply arrive—soft, unannounced, asking us to check who we became through the hours. Some people are still at work, some are settling into silence, and many are just beginning their second shift of life at home.
No two evenings resemble each other, because no two days shape us the same way. The small victories, the quiet disappointments, the undone tasks—all settle around us like a slow mist. Yet this hour holds a peculiar power: it lets us decide how the day should end.
A calm walk, a warm dinner, a message to someone we forgot, or simply closing the eyes for a minute—these tiny choices define the night more than anything grand.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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