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7 December 2025
There was a time when mornings felt lighter. Not because life was perfect, but because we didn’t carry the weight of every hour on our backs. We woke up with no grand plans, yet the day always found a way to surprise us. A cup of tea could fix half our worries, and a walk to the bus stop felt like a small adventure. Today, routines run faster than we do, and silence has become a luxury. But somewhere inside, that old morning still lives—untouched, unhurried, quietly waiting. Maybe the world hasn’t changed as much as we think; maybe we just stopped pausing long enough to feel it.
Sometimes, remembering is also a way of returning.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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