We Used to Come Home Before Dark

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04/01/2026

Evenings were once simple.
We came home dusty, hungry, loud — and somehow satisfied.
No notifications waited. No performance review followed the day. We didn’t call it “balance.” We just lived until sleep arrived on its own.
Tonight feels heavier. Screens glow longer. Silence feels unfamiliar. Yet somewhere beneath the fatigue, that old evening still exists — the one where sitting quietly meant rest, not boredom.
If today drained you, don’t fight it.
If you achieved nothing measurable, don’t apologise.
Evenings were never meant for improvement.
They were meant for recovery.
Close something gently tonight — a book, a window, a thought.
Let the day end without explanation.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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