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8 December 2025
There was a time when peace wasn’t something we searched for; it simply lived around us. It hid in the sound of a neighbour sweeping the yard, in the slow whistle of a pressure cooker, in the rhythm of days that didn’t run ahead of us. We grew older, schedules tightened, and suddenly silence became a luxury no one could afford.
But every morning still opens a small door—an unchanged one. A bit of light on the floor, a breeze slipping through half-closed windows, a moment before the world fully wakes. These tiny spaces carry the same peace we once knew.
Maybe growing up doesn’t erase calm; maybe it only teaches us how to look for it again.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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