Date: 04/07/2026
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Each year, villagers awaited the arrival of a small robin that appeared near the community garden.
Its song was among the first signs that winter was giving way to spring.
Children considered it a messenger of hope.
Gardeners took its presence as encouragement to prepare the soil once more.
Nature follows rhythms older than human memory.
Birds migrate.
Trees blossom.
Seasons turn.
The robin asked for nothing except a safe place to rest and sing.
Yet its annual visit lifted spirits and renewed optimism.
Human life also moves through seasons.
Difficult periods eventually yield to brighter days.
The little bird offered a quiet lesson:
Hope seldom arrives with great fanfare.
More often, it comes gently, like a familiar song returning after a long silence.
And that is enough to begin again.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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