The Handwritten Letter

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In the digital age, she still wrote letters.

Not emails. Not texts. Actual letters — ink, paper, folded emotions.

When I asked her why, she said, “Because fingers speak more truth than thumbs.”

She once wrote a letter to her younger self — “I forgive you for not knowing better.”

That line stayed with me.

When we lose ourselves, sometimes all it takes is a letter. Not from someone else, but from the version of us that still believed — in stars, in love, in ourselves.

Write to yourself today. You might meet someone you forgot you were.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Good morning

Date: 15/06/2025

Every evening, she set two cups of tea on the balcony.

One for her. One for the empty chair beside her.

Neighbors thought she was strange. But she was just in love — with a memory.

Her husband had passed away 3 years ago. Yet, she spoke to the chair like he never left.

One day, I asked, “Doesn’t it make you sad?”

She smiled. “It keeps me warm. Grief is cold. Memory is warmer.”

Since then, I never feared empty chairs. I saw them as places love once sat, and sometimes, still does.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Morning Is a Mindset

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Date: 15/06/2025

Morning isn’t just when the sun rises.

It’s when your thoughts shift from why bother? to let’s try.

You don’t need perfect plans to start the day.

Just a single, stubborn belief: I can do something worthwhile today.

Some people chase clocks. Others chase clarity.

Let your first win today be the decision to move — even slightly — forward.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Date: 14/06/2025

The rain came without warning.

I rushed under the nearest shop shade, only to see a little girl holding a bright red umbrella — too big for her, too small for both of us.

She looked at me and asked, “Do you need to be saved?”

I smiled. “Yes, I think I do.”

She let me in.

We walked silently till the rain stopped. At the corner, she waved and said, “I save people sometimes. Because I once got saved.”

The red umbrella danced in the wind as she disappeared.

Some angels don’t have wings. They just have kindness that fits two people.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

You’re Allowed

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Date: 14/06/2025

You’re allowed to outgrow people, places, dreams. You’re allowed to rebuild what once felt broken beyond repair.

You’re allowed to feel joy without guilt.

To forgive someone — or not.

To rest when the world wants you to run.

There’s no manual for being human. But there’s strength in writing your own.

Be soft with your spirit. Fierce with your boundaries. Brave with your next step.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Date: 13/06/2025

She kept an old matchbox inside her drawer — not for the matches, but for the memories.

Each time life felt too heavy, she’d open it and find tiny scribbled notes from her childhood — “You’re brave,” “You climbed the tree!” “Don’t cry, tomorrow is near.”

It was her mother’s handwriting. Her mother who left the world too soon.

Over time, the matchbox became her therapist, her diary, her rescue.

When her daughter turned 7, she gifted her a new one.

Blank slips inside. “You’ll fill it with your light,” she said.

Sometimes strength doesn’t roar. Sometimes, it fits in a matchbox.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Words That Carry Us

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Date: 13/06/2025

There are words we forget, and words we carry.

A sentence whispered by a friend years ago.

A teacher’s quiet nod.

A line from a book that keeps us breathing

when everything else seems to fail.

Today, be careful with your words.

And be kind with them —

because someone may carry what you say

for a lifetime.

Speak like someone is listening

with their heart.

Because someone always is.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Date: 12/06/2025

He began without preface.

“Love, when young, is loud. Fireworks, promises, letters. But love, when it ages… it’s quieter. It becomes a prayer you whisper while tying your shoelaces.”

I listened.

“I loved once. Deeply. She passed away before our third anniversary. People said time would heal. They lied. Time only teaches you how to walk with the limp.”

I didn’t know what to say.

He held out an old photograph — a smiling woman with a red bindi.

“She taught me that silence can be beautiful.”

The train whistled in the background.

As I left, he said,

“If you love someone, tell them often. Not loudly — just honestly. That’s enough.”

I turned back.

He wasn’t on the bench anymore.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 12/06/2025

Nobody claps for the battles you fight within. But those are the victories that truly define you.

Getting out of bed on a heavy morning. Smiling through unshed tears. Saying no when it’s easier to give in.

You don’t always need an audience to win.

You just need a mirror — and the courage to face it.

Today, honour the strength no one sees. Because it’s the kind that lasts.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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