Copy the link and open it in the Google browser

( c )All right reserved by the author

Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5

Dear Readers

For the last few months , I was writing my views on leadership through a few slides ,bringing out the qualities of a leader .

Now, I am getting several messages why I write only Leaders . Managers also doing such things ?

What I see from my personal experience is that there are certain differences between the two and someday , I may come with  detailed write ups , may in a format of book ( not yet decided) on these two different roles .

In a nutshell , I can say

“The terms “leader” and “manager” are often used interchangeably in both organizational and societal contexts. However, they represent two distinct approaches to guiding, influencing, and achieving goals within a group or organization. Both roles are crucial, yet they differ in their focus, skill sets, and the impact they create.“

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam , India

7/12/2024

ALL RIGHT RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR

INSTAGRAM : @rajatchandrasarmah5

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “An arranged marriage. A girl from the city—someone who can further our family’s status.”

The news hit Riya like a storm. She had never considered that their bond would be tested by societal expectations. “What do you want, Arun?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He looked away, the conflict evident in his expression. “I want to be a good son, but I don’t know if I can do it at the cost of my happiness.”

Riya’s thoughts raced. She remembered their childhood promises, the dreams of traveling together, exploring the world beyond their small village. “What if we chose our paths?” she suggested, emboldened by her longing. “We could stand up to them, Arun. We can carve our own future.”

But he looked down, grappling with the weight of tradition. “Riya, it’s not that simple. Our families… they won’t understand.”

As the rain began to fall, the rhythm of the droplets matched the thumping of her heart. She stepped closer, the cold air charged with electricity. “But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t bear the thought of watching you marry someone else.”

Arun’s eyes searched hers, and in that moment, she saw the flicker of hope mixed with fear. “What if we tried to convince them?” he proposed tentatively. “What if we show them that we are strong enough to make our own choices?”

The idea was daunting yet exhilarating. Riya felt a surge of determination. They would confront their families, together. They would fight for their love and dreams.

As the monsoon deepened, Riya and Arun devised a plan to meet their families. They gathered evidence of their shared history, the foundation of their relationship—a scrapbook filled with memories of their childhood, each page a testament to their bond. They spent hours discussing how to present their case, crafting arguments that would highlight their commitment to each other while acknowledging their families’ values.

Finally, the day arrived. The rain fell heavily, casting a somber yet hopeful backdrop for their confrontation. Riya’s heart raced as she stood before her parents, Arun at her side. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.( To be continued)

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati Assam , India 

06/12/2024

SLIDE -28

All right reserved with the author

Instagram : @rajatchandrasarmah5

All right reserved by the author

Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5

As the final monsoon approached, the village of Anandpur felt a palpable shift in the air. The normally vibrant streets, bustling with life, lay quiet, shadows stretching long against the horizon. For Riya, the season brought a bittersweet mix of memories and anticipations. She could hear the whispers of the raindrops on her window, a melody of longing and nostalgia that danced in her heart.

Riya had always loved the monsoon, not just for the rain, but for the emotions it stirred within her. This year, however, it felt different. As she gazed out at the darkening clouds, a sense of urgency tugged at her soul. She was twenty-four, and her parents had begun to apply pressure for her to marry. They envisioned a suitable match—someone established, respectable. But Riya’s heart had chosen a different path.

Her thoughts drifted to Arun, her childhood friend, who had become her confidant and anchor. They had spent countless evenings under the Neem tree near the river, sharing dreams and secrets, laughing and sometimes crying. As children, they promised to always stand by each other, yet the world around them had begun to impose its expectations. Arun, too, felt the weight of familial duty pressing down upon him.

One evening, with the scent of wet earth filling the air, Riya met Arun by their beloved Neem tree. He was sketching in his notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. “What are you drawing?” she asked, peering over his shoulder. The image was a landscape—a blend of rain-soaked fields and distant hills, but Riya’s heart sank at the thought of what was missing. “It’s beautiful,” she said softly, wishing he would draw the future they had once envisioned together.

Arun smiled, but his eyes reflected a turmoil she recognized all too well. “I’m trying to capture the monsoon’s essence,” he replied, closing his notebook with a sigh. “But it feels like a race against time. My parents want me to settle down. They have someone in mind.”

Riya’s heart sank. “You too?”( To be continued)

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA

02/12/24

© All rights reserved by the 

author:

Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5

The rain continued to play its symphony as Ananya and Aman began to rediscover each other. They started with coffee meetings that turned into long walks, where they talked about everything they had missed in each other’s lives. Aman opened up about his failed marriage, while Ananya shared her fears of trusting him again.

Their journey wasn’t without challenges. Ananya struggled with her insecurities, and Aman fought to prove his commitment. But slowly, love began to heal what time couldn’t.

One evening, as they stood by the lake, watching the rain ripple the water, Aman held her hand.

“Ananya,” he said, his voice steady, “I can’t change the past, but I want to build a future with you. Will you give me that chance?”

Tears welled in her eyes, but this time, they weren’t of pain.

“Yes, Aman,” she whispered. “But it won’t be easy.”

“I don’t want easy,” he replied. “I want you.”

The rain poured down, soaking them to the bone, but neither of them cared. Under the canopy of the stormy sky, they sealed their promise with a kiss—a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, love, and hope

Epilogue

Years later, on a rainy evening, Aman and Ananya sat by the same café where they had met. This time, their fingers were intertwined, their hearts beating in harmony. The rain no longer carried the echoes of pain; it sang a melody of second chances.

Ananya smiled at Aman, the love in her eyes brighter than ever.

“Funny how the rain always knew our story,” she said.

“And now,” Aman replied, “it writes the happy ending we deserve.”( End)

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA

01/12/24

SLIDE -28

© All rights reserved by the 

author:

Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5

It was fate—or perhaps the rain—that brought them together again.

Ananya was attending a book launch, where she was set to interview the author. As she scanned the crowd, her breath caught. Aman was there, his eyes searching the room as if looking for something—or someone.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to pause. Ananya’s instinct was to turn away, to shield herself from the tidal wave of emotions crashing through her. But Aman approached her, his steps hesitant yet determined.

“Ananya,” he said softly, the rain outside echoing his words.

She nodded, unable to speak.

They found themselves at a quiet café, much like the one where their story had begun. Aman spoke first, his voice filled with regret and longing.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he began, his hands trembling slightly. “But I need to tell you—I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for a single day.”

Ananya’s heart warred with itself. The pain of his betrayal clashed with the love she still felt for him.

“Why now, Aman? Why after all these years?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because I’ve lived in regret every day. And when I saw you today, I realized I couldn’t let this chance slip away. I can’t undo the past, but I want to make things right, if you’ll let me.”

The sincerity in his eyes broke down the walls she had built around her heart. But forgiveness wasn’t easy—it required time, understanding, and courage.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA

29/11/24