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Date: 19/01/2026

Having lived and worked in Australia, I came to understand a work culture that values clarity over display and balance over exhaustion. Professional interactions are generally direct, polite, and purposeful. Expectations are stated early, leaving little room for ambiguity.
Workplaces function with a strong sense of fairness. Hierarchies exist, but they rarely dominate conversation. Managers are approachable, and accountability applies in both directions. Once trust is established, autonomy is encouraged rather than monitored.
One noticeable aspect is respect for personal time. Work is treated as important, but not consuming. Deadlines are honoured, yet prolonged overtime is neither expected nor celebrated. This creates consistency rather than burnout.
Adaptation is essential for newcomers. Confidence is appreciated, but exaggeration is quickly noticed. Communication is informal in tone but professional in intent. Results matter more than rhetoric.
Australia offers a stable and predictable professional environment. Those who succeed are usually those who respect systems, value balance, and allow their work to speak quietly for itself.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 19/01/2026

A tea stall opened five minutes late.
Nobody complained. Someone laughed.
The kettle whistled like it always does.
A child tied his shoes twice.
The knot was still uneven.
He ran anyway.
The newspaper seller folded a page inward,
saving a good line for later.
Some things are better when discovered slowly.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube: converse with a smile

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Date: 18/01/2026

As the day begins to loosen its hold, it leaves behind more than tiredness. It leaves impressions—of moments handled well, of words left unsaid, of efforts that mattered quietly.
Evenings are not meant for judgment. They are meant for understanding. This is when the noise fades and the truth of the day becomes clear.
Not every day needs to feel productive. Some days exist to teach restraint, patience, or acceptance. Those lessons are no less valuable.
Rest, when taken honestly, is not escape. It is alignment.
What matters is not how loudly the day spoke, but what it left you with when it finally went silent.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 18/01/2026

Having lived and worked in Canada, I have experienced a professional environment defined less by display and more by consistency. Performance is judged by outcomes, not by visibility or prolonged presence.
Work culture here values punctuality, clarity of roles, and respect for personal boundaries. Meetings are structured and purposeful. Communication is direct but measured. Authority exists, yet accessibility is encouraged.
Equally important is life beyond work. Personal time is treated as non-negotiable, and balance is embedded into institutional expectations rather than promoted as an ideal.
Adjustment, however, is essential. Initiative is welcomed, but overassertion is often viewed as impatience. Understanding this balance is critical for long-term professional integration.
Canada offers stability, fairness, and predictability—but only to those who adapt to its quiet discipline.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 18/01/2026

There is a subtle stillness that exists before the day tightens its grip. It is not dramatic, not poetic in an obvious way—but it is honest. In that brief calm, thoughts are not yet edited for the world.
This is when intentions form quietly. Not the kind that demand attention, but the kind that guide decisions without announcement. A person often decides more in these unnoticed moments than in hours of forced planning.
What we carry into the day is rarely shaped by urgency. It is shaped by clarity. And clarity prefers silence.
If one learns to respect this part of the day, the rest follows with less resistance. Not because problems disappear—but because the mind meets them with steadiness.
Some beginnings do not need noise. They only need awareness.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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17/01/2026

There is a particular comfort in evenings that don’t try to entertain. A chair pulled closer to the window. A cup that has gone cold. Street sounds thinning out like tired conversations. Silence doesn’t always mean loneliness; sometimes it is companionship that asks for nothing in return.
I have learned that not every hour needs meaning or achievement. Some hours are only meant to soften us. To remind us that we are human before we are productive. When the world slows down, it quietly returns pieces of us we misplaced during the day.
If tonight feels unusually quiet, don’t rush to fill it. Sit with it. Silence has a way of saying things words often fail to carry.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube @conversewithasmile

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17/01/2026

Away from airports and postcard landmarks, the South Island of New Zealand reveals itself through its backroads. Narrow stretches of asphalt curve past sheep farms, quiet rivers, and wooden houses that seem to have accepted solitude as a lifestyle. There are no hurry signs here — only weathered fences, slow tractors, and skies that change their mind every few minutes.
Locals wave without curiosity. Cafés close early without apology. Life follows daylight, not clocks. For many New Zealanders, especially in the South Island, pride lies in restraint — doing less, saying less, and letting the land lead.
Driving these roads feels like entering a place that never tried to impress anyone. It simply stayed honest. And perhaps that is why it leaves such a deep mark on those who pass through quietly.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube @conversewithasmile

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17/01/2026

There are days that arrive without instructions. No checklist. No pressure to prove anything. I woke up to such a day once, years ago, when time felt generous and expectations were still learning my name. The ceiling fan moved lazily, sunlight slipped through a half-closed curtain, and for a moment, life didn’t demand clarity or courage. It simply allowed presence.
I think many of us forget that life is not always a race. Some days are meant to be observed, not conquered. Meant to be lived quietly, without performance. If today offers you even a small pause — hold it. Those pauses, unnoticed by the world, often become the memories that keep us steady later.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube @conversewithasmile

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16 January 2026

As the day leans towards its end, thoughts arrive uninvited.
Not the urgent ones — the honest ones.
This is when unfinished conversations replay themselves. When decisions made too quickly ask to be examined. When silence feels heavier than sound.
People often escape this hour. Screens help. Noise helps. Pretending helps.
But occasionally, staying with it helps more.
You realise you did what you could today — maybe not perfectly, but sincerely. You spoke when needed. You stayed quiet when unsure. You survived moments that didn’t announce themselves as difficult until later.
This part of the day doesn’t ask for motivation.
It asks for gentleness.
Tomorrow can wait.
For now, let the day end without judgement.
That, too, is progress.

Rajat Ch. Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam
India

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16 January 2026

For years, I thought Timbuktu was just a word adults used to mean “very far away.”
Turns out, it is far — but it is also very real.
In the sands of Mali, where roads dissolve and maps grow quiet, Timbuktu still breathes. Not loudly. Not to impress. It survives the way old wisdom does — by refusing to disappear.
Once, scholars travelled here from across Africa and beyond, carrying books like sacred cargo. Knowledge mattered enough to cross deserts for. Imagine that.
Today, the city does not beg for attention. It doesn’t pose for postcards. Its buildings are worn, its streets modest. But somewhere inside old libraries, handwritten manuscripts still whisper ideas older than most nations.
Timbuktu teaches something uncomfortable:
Civilisation is not always shiny. Sometimes it is dusty, patient, and ignored.
And still alive.

Rajat Ch. Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam
India