He Waited at the Same Spot

2 May 2026

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A cat sat near the entrance of a building as evening settled in.
People walked past. Doors opened and closed. Lights came on one by one.
The cat didn’t move much.
Just watched.
Every now and then, it would look toward the staircase, as if expecting someone.
Time passed.
Then finally, a familiar figure appeared.
The cat stood up—not rushing, not reacting wildly—just walking forward with a quiet certainty.
No sound. No display.
Just recognition.
There is something calm in that kind of waiting.
No restlessness. No doubt.
Just a simple trust that what is familiar will return.
In our own lives, waiting often feels uneasy.
We fill it with worry, with assumptions, with impatience.
But not all waiting needs that.
Some of it can be steady.
Tonight, there is something small to notice.
Not every wait needs to be restless.
Sometimes, it can simply be a pause—until something familiar finds its way back.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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