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16/12/2025
By evening, the world softens its edges. Conversations slow. Expectations loosen. Even unfinished thoughts seem less demanding.
I often think evenings exist not to reflect deeply, but to forgive lightly — forgive ourselves for what we didn’t complete, didn’t say, didn’t become today.
When we were younger, nights were filled with plans. Now they are filled with acceptance. And somehow, that feels like growth.
If today didn’t go as imagined, let the evening close it gently. You don’t need closure, only rest. Tomorrow will arrive whether you perfect today or not.
For now, allow the quiet to do its work. That is enough.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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