23 May 2026
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After two days of heavy rain, a small bird returned to the same balcony railing where it used to sit every morning.
The plants were still wet. The sky remained grey.
Yet the bird arrived as if continuing an old routine that the weather had only paused briefly.
For a few minutes, it stayed there quietly, shaking water from its feathers while looking around calmly.
Then it flew away again.
The moment was small.
But somehow reassuring.
Life often works like that too.
Difficult phases interrupt rhythms. Things disappear temporarily. Familiar patterns seem lost for a while.
Yet many things quietly return when the storm passes.
Not always immediately.
Not dramatically.
But slowly enough for hope to re-enter unnoticed.
Tonight, there is something gentle to remember.
A pause is not always an ending.
Sometimes, it is simply life waiting for clearer skies before beginning again.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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