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21/12/2025
Sunday mornings once felt like borrowed time. No urgency to prove anything. No one expected replies. The day stretched slowly, almost lazily. I remember waking up and knowing nothing important would happen — and feeling relieved about that. These days, even Sundays carry weight. Messages arrive early. Plans sneak in. Still, once in a while, the old feeling returns. When the house is quiet. When the street hasn’t fully woken up. When you sit with tea and don’t rush to fill the silence. I don’t try to recreate those mornings anymore. I just notice when they appear. Even briefly. That pause — that small gap — is enough to remind me that life doesn’t always need momentum. Sometimes it just needs permission to slow down.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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