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16/02/2026

At a small roadside tea stall, a man walked in, looked around, and quietly adjusted a plastic chair before sitting.
Not much—just turned it slightly away from the sun.
No hurry. No complaint.
He ordered tea, took a slow sip, and watched the road like it owed him nothing.
There was something complete in that moment.
No big thoughts. No visible ambition. Just a man making a small adjustment to sit more comfortably in his day.
We often wait for bigger changes, bigger control.
But perhaps life allows us these tiny permissions—
to shift a chair, to take a pause, to sit the way we like.
Nothing dramatic.
Still, enough to feel settled.
May the day move gently, in ways that suit you.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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15/02/2026

It was not an important conversation.
No life decisions were made. No great ideas were exchanged. Just two people, speaking without urgency, letting pauses exist without the need to fill them.
Strangely, those are the ones that remain.
Not because of what was said—but because of how it felt. Unmeasured. Unperformed. Real in a way that does not seek validation.
We often underestimate these moments. We look for significance in milestones, forgetting that comfort is also a kind of meaning.
Somewhere between those sentences and silences, something settles within us.
And long after the words fade, the feeling stays.
Release the day gently. It has done enough.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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15/02/2026

It was not a guidebook that explained Varanasi. It was a conversation—unplanned, unhurried—with a boatman who had spent his life on the Ganga.
He spoke of the river as if it were a living elder. Not something to be seen, but something to be understood slowly. The ghats, he said, are not steps—they are stories. Every morning, every flame, every chant carries memory forward.
During Shivratri, the city does not transform—it deepens. The temples breathe differently. The night does not sleep. Devotion here is not loud; it is continuous.
He mentioned, almost in passing, that in some akharas and homes, bhang is offered as prasadam of Lord Shiva—received with reverence, within tradition, never excess.
Varanasi does not ask you to believe anything.
It only asks you to sit for a while… and watch what remains when everything else moves.

#Varanasi #Shivratri #IndiaCulture

#SacredSpaces

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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15/02/2026

There is a kind of strength that does not announce itself.
It sits quietly in people who wake up, carry their unfinished thoughts, and still step into the day without complaint. No declarations, no loud optimism—just a steady presence, like a lamp that refuses to go out even when the wind insists.
You may not even notice it in yourself.
It shows up in small acts—responding with patience when irritation is easier, choosing silence when arguments feel tempting, continuing something you once thought of leaving midway. Not heroic, not dramatic—just deeply human.
Somewhere, without realizing, you have been building a resilience that does not need applause.
And perhaps today, that is enough.
May the day feel lighter than it began.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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14/02/26

There are moments when you almost say something.
It comes close — rests on the edge of your lips — and then stays there.
Not out of fear. Not even hesitation.
Just a quiet decision to let it remain where it is.
Strangely, those unsaid things do not disappear. They settle somewhere between two people, becoming part of the air they share.
You notice it in glances that hold a little longer.
In sentences that stop midway, yet feel complete.
Not everything needs to be spoken to be felt.
Some thoughts are meant to stay just close enough — not crossing over, but never really leaving either.
And perhaps that distance is what keeps them alive.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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14/02/26

In Verona, love does not arrive loudly.
It lingers in balconies, in stone pathways, in windows left slightly open. The city carries stories, but it doesn’t push them forward. You come across them almost by accident.
There is a certain stillness here — the kind that allows people to slow down without realising it. Even footsteps seem softer.
Near old courtyards, conversations lower their tone. Not out of secrecy, but out of instinct — as if the place itself prefers gentleness.
Verona doesn’t try to impress. It allows space. And in that space, people often say things they wouldn’t say elsewhere.
Or sometimes, they don’t say anything at all.
And yet, something remains understood.

#Verona #Italy #CityOfLove #TravelReflections

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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14/02/26

It doesn’t always begin with words.
Sometimes it begins with a slight leaning — not even visible to others.
A fraction closer in conversation.
A pause that lasts a second longer than necessary.
There is a language in these small shifts. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t seek permission.
You notice it when silence feels shared, not empty.
When presence is enough, and nothing needs to be filled.
Not everything needs to be named. Some things stay better in that unnamed space — where expectation hasn’t entered yet.
It is not intense. Not dramatic.
Just a quiet understanding that something, however small, has moved.
And that is often how it begins.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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13/02/26

You enter the same room you’ve entered many times before.
Nothing has moved.
The table is where it always was.
The light falls in the same direction.
And yet, it feels different.
It’s not the furniture. It’s not the arrangement. It’s you.
Some days we carry more silence than others. It changes how spaces respond to us. A familiar corner can feel distant. A usual chair can feel unfamiliar.
We tend to blame the environment when something feels off. But often the shift is internal — subtle, almost invisible.
Rooms don’t change as much as we do.
And sometimes noticing that is enough to understand why the air feels slightly heavier, or unexpectedly lighter.
No conclusion necessary. Just awareness.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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13/02/26

Along the Adriatic coast of Croatia, stone towns sit close to the water as if listening to it.
In Dubrovnik, the walls are not just architecture. They are memory. They have watched ships arrive, empires pass, languages change. Yet the sea remains constant, touching the edges of the city without hurry.
Walk through the narrow streets and you notice how light falls differently on old limestone. It doesn’t shine; it softens. Cafés spill quietly into small squares where conversations stretch longer than the coffee itself.
There is something about coastal places — they teach patience. Waves repeat themselves without expecting acknowledgment. Fishermen return not because the sea promises success, but because it has always been part of the rhythm.
Croatia does not demand attention loudly. It simply exists — balanced between land and water, history and present.
Sometimes that balance is enough.

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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13/02/26

Most of life is not made of big decisions.
It’s made of the space before them.
The quiet pause when you are not sure whether to call back.
The few seconds before replying to a message.
The hesitation before saying yes to something unfamiliar.
We remember the decisions later.
But we rarely remember the stillness that shaped them.
There’s something honest about that space. It doesn’t argue. It doesn’t advise. It just waits.
And in that waiting, you often meet yourself — not the version you show people, but the quieter one. The one that doesn’t need explanation.
Nothing dramatic happens there. No applause. No regret yet.
Just a small interior moment where things settle into place without announcing that they have.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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