When the Day Finally Lets Go

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20/12/25

Evenings feel heavier than mornings.
Not because they are sad — because they carry everything you didn’t say.
By night, the body slows but the mind doesn’t.
Old conversations return.
Small regrets knock softly.
I sometimes think evenings are not meant to fix anything.
They are meant to let you sit with it.
Without judgement. Without plans.
A cup of tea.
A light on in another window.
A dog sleeping without worry.
That’s enough company for one night.
Tomorrow can wait.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam , India