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21/12/2025
This evening didn’t bring any story worth telling. No calls that changed things. No news that stayed in the mind. I ate quietly, switched off a light, and sat for a while doing nothing in particular. For a long time, I thought evenings needed to feel productive — plans made, thoughts sorted, futures imagined. Lately, I’m less convinced. Some evenings are simply meant to pass without leaving marks. The body slows down. The mind wanders and then settles. Outside, a few windows stay lit. Somewhere, someone laughs and then stops. Nothing important happens, and somehow that feels important. Not every day needs a takeaway. Some days just need an ending.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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