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Date: 6 October 2025

The coffee mug had had enough. Every morning it was scalded, sipped, and slammed. Today it bubbled with rebellion. When the spoon clinked again, it growled, “I deserve a saucer-level respect!” The startled owner blinked at the talking mug. Then, half-awake, he muttered, “Fine. From tomorrow, you get brewed dignity — and a biscuit.” The mug smiled. Finally, justice was served — hot and strong.

Author: Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarma5

Date: 05/10/2025
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Across continents, night arrives differently — glowing cities dim, remote villages light fires, and oceans rest under moonlit silver. Yet silence feels the same everywhere. A mother hums to a child in Tokyo, a baker closes shop in Rome, a taxi slows in New York. Each quiet act joins a larger rhythm, unseen but deeply human. You lean back, breathe, and remember that rest is not yours alone. Tonight, the whole world pauses, and in that pause, you belong.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah,

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @ConverseWithASmile

Date: 05/10/2025
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The Cliffs of Moher rise 700 feet above the Atlantic, dark guardians of Ireland’s western shore. They stretch for miles, a jagged testament to time, wind, and waves. Tourists gather in awe, but silence often wins — for words falter against such majesty. Seabirds wheel in the updrafts, their cries echoing like ancient chants. Below, the ocean hammers endlessly, a rhythm older than memory. On misty days, the cliffs vanish into clouds, leaving you suspended between earth and sky. To stand there is not simply to see Ireland; it is to feel its fierce resilience, its poetry of stone and sea.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah,

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @ConverseWithASmile

Date: 05/10/2025
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The alarm yells war, but the blanket hugs tight,
Whispers, “Stay hero, the world can wait tonight.”
The pillow plots mutiny, the fan hums a tune,
I negotiate: “Just five minutes, or maybe till noon?”
Yet somehow I rise, with hair in disarray,
Coffee in hand — victory claimed for the day.
Lesson learned from my cotton foe:
Even small battles count, before you go.

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

Date: 04/10/2025
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Airplanes quiet in the night sky, trains pause in dimly lit stations, cities exhale after their noisy chorus. Somewhere a tea kettle hums, somewhere a child drifts to sleep, and somewhere an old friend thinks of you. The world is vast, yet at dusk, it feels gently connected by silence. You sink into it, not as a traveler rushing, but as part of a planet breathing slowly. This is not escape; it is belonging. The night reminds us — stillness is shared, and peace is never only yours.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah,

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @ConverseWithASmile

Date: 04/10/2025
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Portugal leans into the Atlantic with the confidence of a poet who has nothing to prove. Lisbon hums with fado, a music stitched from longing and salt. Its streets tilt and tumble, tiled in blue and white mosaics that tell centuries of stories. Farther north, Porto offers wine kissed by the Douro River, while fishing villages cling to the coast with nets drying in the sun. The Algarve glows with golden cliffs, caves carved by patient waves. Yet beyond landscapes, Portugal is a country of gestures — a grandmother’s bread, a fisherman’s nod, a stranger’s warm “bom dia.” In Western Europe’s mosaic, Portugal is both edge and center: an intimate reminder that the sea carries away, but it also always returns.

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

Date: 04/10/2025
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1. The Elevator Truth
The elevator stopped midway, lights flickered, and everyone panicked. A child whispered, “Maybe it’s just resting.” Laughter broke the tension, and somehow, we all stood calmer. Machines or people — a pause is never the end, only a breath.

2. The Shoe Swap
He wore two left shoes to office, blamed the dim light. Colleagues laughed, photos clicked, memes were born. By lunch, he realized — sometimes mistakes make better memories than perfection ever could.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah,

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @ConverseWithASmile

Date: 03/10/2025
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Evenings are not measured in hours but in sighs. You find your chair, the one molded by time to your shape, and let the world shrink to the size of a cup. A page from a half-read book waits; the breeze lifts the curtain just enough to remind you that the day is done. No hurry, no noise — just the simple rhythm of being still. The chair holds you, the silence heals you, and you remember: rest is not idleness, it’s renewal.

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

Date: 03/10/2025
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Peru isn’t just Machu Picchu, though the Incan citadel whispers of empires and eternity. It’s also Cusco’s cobbled streets, alive with color, music, and the scent of roasted corn. It’s Lake Titicaca, shimmering like a mirror held up to the sky. It’s the Andes, carrying centuries of stories in their snowy silence. Even the Amazon flows through Peru with its endless green mysteries. In every turn, the country is both history and heartbeat. Visit Peru, and you don’t just see a place — you inherit a sense of wonder carved by mountains and sustained by spirit.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah,

Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube: @ConverseWithASmile

Date: 03/10/2025
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It rains, I forget the umbrella.
It shines, I carry one all day.
Life laughs — never the forecast I expect.
But maybe that’s the secret joy:
To dance wet in sudden showers,
To squint at the sun and smile,
To stumble, laugh, and rise again —
Prepared or not, I keep walking.

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