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Date :22/04/2025

A half-read novel.
An unfinished painting.
An almost relationship.

Some things are never meant to end. And that doesn’t make them less beautiful.

We glorify completion. We celebrate closure.
But some moments are meant to float without a finish line.
Like a sunset interrupted by rain.
Like a hug that never became a kiss.

Don’t be ashamed of what remains incomplete.
It only means it mattered.
Enough to start. Enough to feel.
Even if not enough to finish.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA

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Date of posting 22/0/2025

Three hilarious takes on office life to lighten up your busy workday:

1. “I choose a lazy person to do a hard job. Because a lazy person will find an easy way to do it.”
— Bill Gates

2. “Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?”
— Edgar Bergen

3. “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
— Douglas Adams

Even Excel sheets deserve a little giggle!

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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21/04/2025

Not all courage wears boots.
Some of it walks barefoot—
across tiled floors
where no one claps.

It is the small yes
after a year of saying no.
It is making tea
on the day you’d rather not exist.

Bravery can be
in brushing your hair.
In texting back.
In not breaking the plate
when you so badly want to.

Some wars
are invisible.
Some victories
look like
breathing.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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Date: 20/04/2025

They leave. No text. No closure. No noise.

And it hurts more than a breakup, more than betrayal. Because it makes you question your memory, your worth, your sanity.

But maybe they didn’t vanish.
Maybe they were drowning in something they couldn’t name.
Maybe goodbye felt too formal for a mess they never meant to make.
Maybe silence was the only language they knew how to speak.

It’s not an excuse. But sometimes it’s a reason.

You deserve answers. But you also deserve peace.
And sometimes, peace comes from no longer needing an explanation.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA

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Date :19/04/2025

A city does not mourn—
it simply builds
over what it cannot name.

Your favourite chai stall
becomes a parking lot.
The graffiti you loved
is scrubbed
into something
less political.

Even the pigeons
no longer pause
at your window.

But somewhere,
an alley still smells
like your laughter—
if it rains
just right.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA

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18/04/2025

Old books smell like rain.
Photographs like regret.
Closets like childhood.

We rarely talk about the smells of memory. But they’re the ones that cut deepest.

The handkerchief your father used to tuck into his shirt—
The bedsheet your grandmother washed in river water—
The room spray your sister used before her wedding—
They stay.

Even when people leave, even when walls are repainted, even when languages change—scent remembers.

So next time something smells like something, pause.

You’re not imagining it.

Memory has its own nose.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA

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