29 May 2026
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There are roads that do not seem to forget anyone who has passed through them, even if they never speak of it.
A bend in the village path, a narrow bridge over a quiet stream, a stretch of dust between two trees — nothing remarkable at first glance, yet they hold the weight of repeated footsteps.
Somewhere in Europe, in parts of Africa, in small towns of Southeast Asia, such roads still exist. Not marked by importance, but by continuity.
They have seen children become adults without noticing the change. They have carried conversations that no longer exist anywhere except in memory.
Modern maps often overlook such places because they are not destinations. They are transitions.
But perhaps life is made more of transitions than destinations.
A road does not need to arrive anywhere to be meaningful.
It only needs to continue holding the passing of time without complaint.
And in that quiet endurance, it becomes more permanent than the people who walk on it.
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— Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
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