02/06/2026
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In many parts of Asia and Africa, people speak of the remarkable memory of elephants.
Scientists continue to study just how much these animals remember, but those who live near elephant habitats have long witnessed something extraordinary.
Elephants remember paths.
They remember water sources during droughts.
They remember migration routes travelled by generations before them.
A conservation worker once described an elephant that returned to a protected area after several years. The animal followed a familiar trail through the forest, paused beside an old watering place and stood there quietly before moving on.
No one could know what memories stirred within that immense and gentle mind.
Perhaps it recalled a season of abundance.
Perhaps members of its herd.
Perhaps a journey made long ago.
As forests shrink and traditional migration corridors disappear, these ancient memories face new obstacles.
Protecting wildlife is not merely about preserving animals. It is also about preserving knowledge carried across generations—knowledge written not in books but in instinct, experience and memory.
An elephant walking through a forest may appear to be taking a simple journey.
Yet within that journey travels a map older than roads, older than boundaries and older than many human settlements.
Some memories do not belong to people alone.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com YouTube: Converse With A Smile

2/06/2026
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Most of history’s great structures rise proudly above the earth. Castles, cathedrals, palaces and towers were built to be seen.
In central Türkiye, however, people achieved something remarkable by building in the opposite direction.
Beneath the plains of Cappadocia lie vast underground cities carved directly into soft volcanic rock. Some extended several levels below the surface and contained living quarters, kitchens, storage rooms, wells, schools and places of worship.
These were not mines or temporary shelters.
They were functioning communities.
During times of conflict and invasion, entire populations could move underground and continue their daily lives. Ingenious ventilation shafts brought fresh air to the deepest chambers. Large circular stone doors protected entrances and could be rolled into place when danger approached.
What makes these underground cities extraordinary is not merely their engineering but their purpose.
They were created not to display wealth or power, but to provide safety.
History often celebrates monuments that dominate the skyline.
Yet some of humanity’s finest achievements remain hidden from view.
The underground cities of Türkiye remind us that true ingenuity is not always about being noticed. Sometimes it is about protecting lives, preserving communities and preparing quietly for uncertain times.
The greatest structures are not always those that reach the highesthest.
Sometimes they are those that shelter deepest.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com YouTube: Converse With A Smile

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02/06/2026

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“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” — Marcel Proust

A friend once told me that happiness rarely arrives with a drumbeat.
It comes quietly.
In the steam rising from a morning cup of tea.
In the neighbour who remembers your name.
In the tree that has survived another season without asking for applause.
We spend much of life searching for large moments. Promotions, celebrations, achievements and destinations. Yet, when people look back on their happiest years, they often remember something else entirely.
They remember conversations.
Shared meals.
Unexpected laughter.
The comfort of a familiar voice.
Perhaps the richest lives are not those filled with extraordinary events but those rich in noticing ordinary ones.
Today, before rushing into schedules and obligations, pause for a moment and observe something you usually overlook.
A bird on a wire.
A child asking a question.
A patch of sunlight on a wall.
The world offers small gifts every day.
Most of them arrive without wrapping paper.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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1 June 2026
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The railway staff had grown accustomed to seeing the grey cat on Platform One.
Every morning she appeared near the tea stall, accepted a few biscuits from regular commuters, and spent the day watching trains come and go.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she disappeared.
For nearly a week, nobody saw her.
The tea seller wondered aloud where she had gone. A porter checked the corners of the station. Even passengers who knew nothing about one another exchanged theories.
On the eighth day, the mystery was solved.
The cat had simply moved to Platform Four.
Apparently, a newly opened snack kiosk offered better opportunities.
The discovery produced laughter throughout the station.
The cat, meanwhile, seemed entirely unconcerned by the attention she had generated.
She stretched lazily beneath a bench and ignored everyone.
People often imagine that they are the centre of every story.
Sometimes the story belongs to a cat whose only ambition is finding a better place to spend the afternoon.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India
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1 June 2026
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In the hills of Meghalaya, nature and human patience have worked together to create something remarkable—the living root bridges.
Unlike ordinary bridges built from stone or steel, these structures are formed by guiding the aerial roots of rubber fig trees across streams and rivers. Over many years, the roots grow stronger, thicker, and eventually become sturdy enough to support people crossing them.
What makes these bridges fascinating is not only their appearance but the time required to create them. A bridge may take decades to mature. The people who begin the work often know they may never fully benefit from it. They build for future generations.
Visitors from around the world travel to Meghalaya to see these natural wonders. Yet many leave with a deeper appreciation for the mindset behind them. In an age that celebrates speed, the root bridges tell a different story—one of patience, cooperation, and long-term thinking.
Some landmarks impress because they are large.
These bridges impress because they remind us that the most enduring creations often grow slowly.

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1 June 2026

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“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” — Buddha

While cleaning an old cupboard, Arun found a letter he had written thirty years earlier.

It was addressed to a friend with whom he had argued over something neither of them could remember today.

Back then, pride had prevented him from posting it. The envelope remained sealed, gathering dust while decades quietly passed.

Arun sat near the window and read the letter.

The anger sounded unfamiliar. The certainty felt strange. Time had softened what once appeared impossible to forgive.

He smiled at his younger self.

The friend had moved away years ago. They had met only once since then, exchanging polite conversation and a handshake.

Arun folded the letter carefully and placed it back in the envelope.

Some victories are not won by proving we were right.

They arrive when we realise the argument was smaller than the friendship.

Outside, children were returning from school, laughing about things they would probably forget tomorrow.

Arun wished he had learned that lesson much earlier.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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31 May 2026
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Every morning, a small bird landed on the same window ledge.
Nobody knew where it spent the rest of the day. It arrived, looked around for a few moments, and then disappeared into the distance.
The next morning, it returned.
Then again the following day.
Weeks passed. The pattern remained unchanged.
One day, the window stayed closed. Another day, it remained open. Sometimes there were people inside, sometimes there were none.
The bird seemed unconcerned by these details.
It was not visiting the window because of what happened there.
It was returning because the place had become familiar.
Human beings often do the same.
We revisit old streets, favourite chairs, childhood schools and familiar conversations. Not because they are perfect, but because they contain a small part of our story.
The bird never explained its loyalty to the ledge.
Perhaps it understood something simple.
Not every journey is about discovering somewhere new.
Sometimes it is about remembering where we belong.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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31 May 2026
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Years ago, while visiting Bali, I spent an evening near Uluwatu Temple.
The sun was slowly descending toward the sea. Tourists from many countries had gathered to watch a performance based on the Ramayana. The ocean below belonged to Indonesia. The story had originated in India. The audience came from different corners of the world.
For a while, geography seemed unimportant.
I later wondered how many ships, traders, travellers, teachers and storytellers had crossed these waters centuries ago. Their names are mostly forgotten. Their journeys were never recorded in detail.
Yet the stories survived.
Kingdoms that once controlled sea routes have disappeared. Ports that were once busy have fallen silent. Even great powers eventually become chapters in history books.
But stories continue to travel.
Perhaps that is their greatest strength.
They ask for no passport, require no army and recognise no border. They simply move from one generation to another, carrying pieces of human experience across time and distance.
Sometimes, the most enduring monuments are not built of stone.
They are built of memory.

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— Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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31 May 2026
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Almost every home has one.
A drawer that nobody opens unless they are looking for something specific.
Inside are old keys that fit no known lock, expired cards, faded receipts, forgotten photographs, instruction manuals for machines long gone, and small objects whose purpose has been lost to time.
Most of it appears worthless.
Yet every now and then, someone opens the drawer and pauses.
A photograph brings back a face. A ticket recalls a journey. A note in familiar handwriting suddenly shortens the distance between yesterday and today.
Perhaps the value of such things was never practical.
They were quietly collecting memories while nobody was paying attention.
Life often works the same way.
Many moments seem ordinary when they happen. Only later do we realize they were storing meaning for the future.
Not everything important announces itself when it arrives.
Some things wait patiently in the drawer.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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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
Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
YouTube: Converse With A Smile