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17/01/2026
There is a particular comfort in evenings that don’t try to entertain. A chair pulled closer to the window. A cup that has gone cold. Street sounds thinning out like tired conversations. Silence doesn’t always mean loneliness; sometimes it is companionship that asks for nothing in return.
I have learned that not every hour needs meaning or achievement. Some hours are only meant to soften us. To remind us that we are human before we are productive. When the world slows down, it quietly returns pieces of us we misplaced during the day.
If tonight feels unusually quiet, don’t rush to fill it. Sit with it. Silence has a way of saying things words often fail to carry.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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