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18/02/26
He didn’t start with the sea.
He started with the colour.
“That shade of blue,” he said, “it doesn’t rush. It stays.”
He was speaking of Dubrovnik—of stone walls that rise straight from the Adriatic, holding stories older than memory. “You walk along those walls,” he told me, “and it feels like the sea is watching you… not the other way around.”
The city, he said, is quiet in a different way. Not empty—just composed.
He described narrow streets where footsteps echo softly, as if even sound knows its limits there. “Nothing feels in a hurry,” he added. “Even time seems to slow down to match the place.”
I asked him what made it special.
He smiled. “Balance,” he said. “Between land and water, past and present. Nothing tries to dominate.”
He spoke of evenings when the light touches the old stones just enough to make them glow—not brightly, but gently. “It’s not dramatic,” he said, “but it stays with you.”
There was no attempt to impress in his words.
Only a quiet admiration for a place that doesn’t demand attention—yet earns it.
“Some places speak loudly,” he said.
“Dubrovnik… just waits.”
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Rajat Chandra Sarmah
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