The Flag in the Courtyard

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Date: 26/01/26

The flag was folded carefully and placed on the chair, waiting. No instructions were given. Everyone in the courtyard already knew what to do.
A child adjusted the edge twice, not because it was wrong, but because it mattered. Someone remembered a story they had heard years ago, though they could not recall who told it. The memory felt shared anyway.
Nothing about the moment was grand. Yet it carried weight. The kind that comes from belonging rather than performance.
When the flag was finally lifted, it did not change the sky. It changed the people standing beneath it—slightly, quietly, enough.
Some symbols do not ask for applause.
They ask for care.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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