This Morning Didn’t Want to Be Written

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Date: 28/12/2025

This morning resisted words.
I sat with the notebook open and nothing came.
No insight. No mood. No sentence waiting to be rescued.
Earlier, I would have forced it.
Today, I didn’t.
I made tea. I watched steam rise and disappear without finishing a shape.
That felt honest.
Not every morning wants interpretation.
Some mornings just want to pass quietly through the body.
If you’re reading this in the U.S., Europe, or somewhere else entirely,
maybe your day also began without meaning.
That’s not failure.
That’s life before editing.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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