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17/02/26
The tea had gone slightly cold, but not enough to be abandoned.
He lifted the cup again, more out of habit than thirst. Outside, the street had just begun to find its voice—soft footsteps, a distant bicycle bell, someone negotiating with the day.
There was a time he rushed through this hour. Now he lets it arrive.
A sparrow paused on the railing, as if checking whether the world was ready. He smiled at that small authority. Strange, how life doesn’t change with loud decisions, but with quiet allowances.
The tea tasted better this time. Not because it was warmer—but because he wasn’t elsewhere while drinking it.
Somewhere between the first sip and the last, something unclenched. No big realisation. No message written in the sky.
Just a small agreement with the day:
we will go gently, but we will go.
May the day be kind, unhurried, and quietly enthusiastic.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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