30 May 2026
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Every evening, a dog walked along the same road.
No leash. No owner in sight.
The route never changed.
Past the grocery shop. Across the small bridge. Around the corner where children often played. Then back again.
People assumed it had somewhere important to be.
One day, a shopkeeper decided to follow it.
The dog reached the bridge, stood there quietly for a few minutes, watched the water below, and then returned home.
That was all.
There was no destination.
Only a journey repeated so often that it had become part of the dog’s life.
Humans sometimes do the same.
We return to familiar places not because something awaits us there, but because those places have become part of who we are.
The dog never explained its evening walk.
Perhaps some routines do not require explanation.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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