The Last Page

Date: 05/06/2026
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“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” — John Lennon
A woman was cleaning her bookshelf when she found an old novel she had not opened in years.
The story itself had faded from memory.
But as she turned the pages, something unexpected slipped out.
A receipt.
A train ticket.
A small handwritten note.
Suddenly, the book became more than a book.
It became a time machine.
She remembered where she had been living when she first read it. She remembered the friend who had recommended it. She even remembered the café where she had finished the final chapter.
Books have an unusual gift.
They preserve not only stories but fragments of our own lives.
Years later, we may forget the plot, yet remember the season in which we read it.
Perhaps life works in a similar way.
When we reach our final chapters, we may not remember every detail.
But we will remember the people, places and moments that gave meaning to the pages.
And that may be enough.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile