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Date: 29/12/2025
This evening, I argued with myself quietly.
About time wasted.
About things not said.
About plans that stayed plans.
Then I stopped.
I realised I was speaking like a supervisor, not a human.
Evenings are not for interrogation.
They are for letting the body loosen its grip on the day.
If you’re exhausted in a way sleep doesn’t immediately fix,
you’re not broken.
You’re just carrying more than you admit.
Tonight, put some of it down.
You can pick it up tomorrow — or not.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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