All rights reserved by the author | 8 November 2025

The best mornings are not the loud ones. They arrive quietly — like a curtain lifted by the breeze, letting light touch everything it missed through the night. We often rush to measure our mornings by alarms, routines, or checklists. But what if we measured them instead by how gently they teach us to begin again?

Somewhere, a baker lights his first oven. Somewhere else, a fisherman watches the line draw a slow circle on the river. Life doesn’t start at once; it starts in layers — sound, smell, warmth, thought. A true morning isn’t about what must be done; it’s about what can be felt.

So, take this one not as a command to pause, but as an invitation to listen — to the hum of beginnings that ask for no applause. You don’t need to chase the sunrise; just let it find you where you are.

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

All rights reserved by the author | 7 November 2025

Remember those evenings when laughter wasn’t planned? When one small joke could turn into hours of stories, and time had no hurry to leave? Somewhere along the way, we began replacing these with screens and silence.

Maybe today, just call someone — not to discuss, but to laugh. Maybe your parents, an old friend, or even the neighbour you nod to but never talk with. We don’t always need deep talks; sometimes, we just need to sound like us again.

Evenings are made for small joys — a shared smile, a simple meal, a voice that reminds you that life is still warm. Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @conversewithasmile

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

All rights reserved by the author | 7 November 2025

Under the golden stretch of the Thar, Rajasthan beats like a living drum. Sand dunes roll like waves, carrying songs older than memory. The air hums with the sarangi and dholak, while mirror-stitched skirts swirl under the fierce sun. In Jaisalmer’s narrow lanes, colours defy the desert — reds, blues, and yellows brighter than any oasis.

Nightfall brings its own celebration: fires crackle, dancers twirl, and the kalbeliya steps turn dust into poetry. There’s something magnetic here — the courage to live vividly against a landscape that tests every breath. Rajasthan is not just seen; it’s felt — in rhythm, in colour, in spirit.

Beyond the postcard beauty, there’s the quiet pride of its people — shepherds tracing invisible routes through centuries, potters shaping the same earth that burns their skin, and women balancing water pots with a grace that humbles art itself. Each gesture tells a story of endurance, laughter, and faith. The desert is vast, but the heart of Rajasthan is larger — it carries the song of survival, sung with the joy of belonging.

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

All rights reserved by the author | 7 November 2025

Not every morning needs a purpose. Some are just meant to be.
When you wake up, try not to rush to messages, meetings, or lists. Sit with your cup — tea, coffee, or whatever peace tastes like for you — and look outside. You’ll notice the light falling on ordinary things: the corner of your table, the still curtain, a faint birdcall in the distance.

These aren’t signs or omens. They’re simply life saying — you’re already in it.
The world keeps running, yes, but it’s also quietly waiting for you to join at your own pace.

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

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Date: 6 November 2025

Some evenings are like echoes of old laughter  the kind that lingers even when the jokes are forgotten.
We’ve all had those nights — shared noodles, shared secrets, shared dreams that made no sense but felt so right. Years pass, cities change, yet that silly warmth remains tucked somewhere between memory and heart.
When life feels too serious, remember those carefree faces that once made you laugh till you cried. Friendship doesn’t age; it just waits quietly for another evening to begin again.

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

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Date: 6 November 2025

Berlin is more than Germany’s capital; it’s a living testimony to how a nation turns wounds into wisdom. Once divided by concrete and ideology, the city today breathes unity and creativity.

Walk through the Brandenburg Gate, and you feel the pulse of people who rebuilt not just streets, but trust. From the graffiti-kissed remains of the Wall to the silent memorials and vibrant startup cafés, Berlin whispers: We fall, we learn, we begin again.
Every cobblestone has a story — of courage, reconstruction, and vision. Germans take pride not only in the precision of their craft but also in the resilience of their spirit. That is Berlin — the city that remembers everything, yet never stops moving forward.

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

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Date: 6 November 2025

Sometimes life plays too many tunes at once — work deadlines, personal worries, endless notifications. We forget that our hearts have their own rhythm, quieter but wiser.
Step back, not to stop, but to listen. Notice how the first light doesn’t hurry to arrive, how a simple cup of tea carries calm without asking for it. In those little moments, the world starts to breathe with you again.
You don’t need to chase the perfect melody — just start humming your own. Sooner or later, the world will dance to it.

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

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Date: 5 November 2025

We had no Wi-Fi, but friendship was always online.
One steel plate, four spoons, laughter shared like stolen wine.
Fan creaked, light flickered — still, dreams were clear,
Assignments done five minutes before fear.

Someone played the guitar, someone hummed half a tune,
Tea cups clinked under a lazy moon.
We had no money, but hearts full of show,
And somehow, those broke boys learned to glow.

Years have rolled, roads have split wide —
But even today, when I pause the ride,
I hear those echoes — unplanned, imperfect, divine —
Hostel evenings — forever mine.

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

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Date: 5 November 2025

In Vienna, coffee is more than a drink — it’s a way of life. The city’s coffeehouses have stood for centuries as havens of thought, art, and conversation. Here, poets wrote their verses on napkins, philosophers debated over espresso, and strangers found comfort in shared silence.

Austrian cafés, like Café Central or Demel, blend history and warmth. You don’t just sip coffee; you breathe in a legacy — marble tables, chandeliers, and stories of empires and artists. Visitors often say time pauses in these cafés. Perhaps it does — long enough to remind us that the best ideas often rise with the aroma of freshly brewed dreams.

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

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Date: 5 November 2025

Sometimes, greatness hides in the smallest acts. A seed buried under the soil knows no applause, no promise of bloom — yet it grows. A writer starting a new page, a student taking the first note, a parent holding a child’s hand — all begin quietly.

The world celebrates outcomes, but the heart remembers beginnings. Each step, no matter how hesitant, carries the fragrance of hope. And one day, without realizing it, you find yourself standing where dreams had once only whispered.

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