THE LEFT ONE IS UNESCO HERITAGE TREE WHERE HONEY BEE IS COVERING ALL BRANCES OF THE TREE .

THE RIGHT ONE AT THE TOP , SEE THE HOUSE OF A BIRD SO NICELY MADE AT THE TOP .

SLIDE 24

1. A SANGUINE TALE UNFOLDING THE LIFE OF A PROJECT ENGINEER NOW AVAILABLE IN FRENCH , SPANISH AND CHINESE , RECIPIENT OF GOLDEN BOOK AWARD 24 AND EMERGING WRITER OF THE YEAR AT KLC 24
2. A NEW DAWN ADVENTURE IN THE GOLDEN YEARS WAS AN AMAZON BEST SELLER NO #1
3. WHISPER OF DIVERSE TALE – A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES
4. BEHIND THE HEADLINES – A THRILLER
5. A SYMPHONY OF LIFE – DEBUT POETRY COLLECTION
6. 15+ ANTHOLOGIES .
7. 15 + ARTICLES IN REKNOWN JOURNAL

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“Find what you love, and the rest will follow,” he would say, but there were times when Arun felt lost, wondering if his father truly believed in him. After a particularly disappointing report card, frustration bubbled over one evening.

“You don’t understand!” Arun had shouted, his voice thick with anger. “You want me to be someone I’m not!” The hurt in his father’s eyes was palpable, a moment of silence hanging between them like an unspoken promise.

His father took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to be happy, son. You are enough just as you are.” Those words pierced Arun’s heart, and as the tension began to fade, he realized that the love between them was often expressed through understanding rather than expectation.

The quiet moments they shared became a balm for the chaos of adolescence. Every Sunday afternoon, they would spend time together, fixing things around the house. Whether repairing a leaky faucet or building a bookshelf, Arun felt the presence of his father beside him, guiding him not just in tasks but in life. One Sunday, as they worked on a wooden bench in the backyard, Arun struggled with the hammer, frustration bubbling over.

“Why can’t I do this right?” he muttered, the weight of his emotions spilling into the air. His father placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his eyes soft yet firm.

“Life is about learning, Arun. You won’t get it right every time, and that’s okay.” It was a simple lesson, yet profound. In that moment, Arun absorbed more than just the craft of carpentry; he learned about resilience and the quiet strength that resided in his father.

But, as life often goes, conflict was not far behind. Arun’s desire to pursue a career in the arts clashed with his father’s vision of stability and security. When he finally mustered the courage to reveal his plans, the air thickened with tension.

“Why can’t you consider something practical?” his father asked, disbelief etched on his face. Arun felt anger surge within him. “You don’t believe in me,” he retorted, the hurtful words slipping out before he could catch them.

Weeks passed, filled with silence and unresolved emotions. Arun buried himself in his art, yet the absence of his father’s support weighed heavily on his heart. One evening, as he worked on a painting, he heard a soft knock on his door. It was his father, holding a cup of tea, his expression a blend of vulnerability and hope.

“Can we talk?” he asked gently. Arun felt the barriers he had erected begin to crumble. As they sat together, the conversation unfolded slowly, each word a step toward healing.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA

15/11/2024

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Happiness, in its absolute form, is an internal state of contentment, balance, and fulfillment that transcends external circumstances. Unlike fleeting moments of pleasure or temporary satisfaction, absolute happiness is a more profound and stable state, grounded in a sense of inner peace and alignment with one’s values, purpose, and personal growth. It is not necessarily the presence of pleasure or the absence of pain but rather a sustained equilibrium that provides resilience, meaning, and purpose regardless of external ups and downs.

In absolute terms, happiness is:

1. Inward Fulfillment: True happiness stems from within, shaped more by one’s mindset and inner contentment than by material possessions, social status, or achievements. It is a feeling of being at peace with oneself and one’s surroundings, unaffected by the inevitable highs and lows of life.

2. Alignment with Purpose and Values: When we live in alignment with our core beliefs and life goals, there is a deep satisfaction that arises, which contributes to a lasting sense of happiness. This could mean pursuing work that fulfills us, cultivating relationships that support our growth, or simply being true to ourselves.

3. Gratitude and Acceptance: An absolute sense of happiness involves appreciating what one has rather than fixating on what is missing. It includes a mindful acceptance of life’s imperfections, understanding that struggles are an inevitable part of the human experience.

4. Connection and Compassion: Happiness often flourishes when there is a sense of connection—with family, friends, community, or even nature. Acts of kindness and compassion toward others can amplify inner peace, as a life of service and empathy often brings fulfillment and meaning.

5. Balance and Simplicity: A happy life is often one that embraces simplicity, balancing needs with wants, and limiting the pursuit of excessive material or external gratification. In recognizing and prioritizing what truly matters, such as health, relationships, personal development, and peace of mind, happiness can be sustained as part of one’s everyday experience.

Ultimately, happiness in its absolute form is not about a perpetual state of joy but about a sustained sense of well-being. It is the quiet confidence and resilience that come from knowing that life has purpose, that we are making the most of our unique existence, and that, no matter what happens, there is a steady peace within us that no external circumstance can shake.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI, ASSAM,INDIA

14/11/24

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Arun sat on the balcony of his modest apartment, gazing out at the bustling city below. The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden hue across the skyline, yet a heavy weight settled in his chest. Today marked his father’s birthday, and for the first time in years, he wouldn’t be there to celebrate. Guilt washed over him like a tide, pulling him back through the years, to the moments he had taken for granted.

His thoughts drifted to his father, a tall man with calloused hands and a gentle smile that seemed to carry the weight of the world. He could vividly recall mornings spent watching his father prepare for work, the aroma of fresh chai wafting through the air, mixing with the anticipation of a new day. Arun had often found comfort in the rhythmic sound of his father’s shoelaces being tied, each knot symbolizing the dedication that would carry him through long hours and weary days.

“Remember, son,” his father would often say, his voice steady and calm, “hard work pays off.” Arun had watched as his father left before dawn, only to return long after sunset, his face etched with fatigue yet still lit by that ever-present smile. In those early years, Arun had cherished the simple joys of childhood, unaware of the sacrifices made in silence.

One particular memory stood out vividly in his mind—the day of the school’s annual sports meet. Arun had practiced tirelessly for the 100-meter dash, counting the days with growing excitement. But when the day arrived, he searched the crowd for his father’s familiar face and found only disappointment. The whistle blew, and as he raced down the track, he felt an emptiness where his father’s support should have been. After the race, he returned home, still buzzing from the thrill of victory but burdened by the absence of a cheer. His father was waiting at the table, looking tired yet proud.

“Did you win?” his father asked, his eyes gleaming with genuine curiosity. Arun nodded, and in that moment, the weight of disappointment began to lift. He understood then that his father’s love was not loud; it was woven into the fabric of their lives, stitched together by small gestures and quiet sacrifices.

As the years rolled on, Arun transitioned into his teenage years, a tumultuous time filled with peer pressure and academic challenges. The expectations loomed large, both self-imposed and those he believed his father harbored. Yet, his father never pressured him to excel; instead, he encouraged Arun to discover his passions.( To be continued)

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA

13/11/2024

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Over the next few weeks, Aarohi found herself returning to the music store, practicing the violin with a dedication she hadn’t felt in a long time. The shopkeeper, whose name she learned was Mr. Rao, was patient with her, offering gentle guidance but never pushing her too hard. He understood her struggle, though he never pried into her past. Instead, he simply let her play, allowing her to rediscover her love for music at her own pace.

It wasn’t easy. There were days when Aarohi wanted to give up, when the frustration of not being able to hear her own music overwhelmed her. But every time she picked up the violin, something inside her softened. She began to realize that music wasn’t just about sound—it was about feeling, about connection. And even though her world had become one of silence, there was still beauty to be found in the spaces between the notes.

One afternoon, as she played a slow, melancholy tune on the violin, Mr. Rao sat down beside her, listening with his eyes closed. When she finished, he opened his eyes and smiled.

“You’ve found your melody again,” he said softly.

Aarohi shook her head, unsure. “It’s not the same,” she replied. “I can’t hear it like I used to.”

“No,” Mr. Rao agreed. “But maybe that’s the point. Sometimes, we lose something precious, only to find something else that we never knew we needed.”

Aarohi looked down at the violin in her hands, its wood worn smooth from hours of practice. She had spent so long mourning the loss of her hearing, of the life she had once known, that she hadn’t realized there could be another way to experience music—through her hands, her heart, and her soul.

As the months passed, Aarohi slowly began to rebuild her life. She continued to play the violin, not for the applause or the accolades, but for herself. Music became her refuge once again, but in a different way. It wasn’t about perfection or performance—it was about expression, about finding her voice in a world that had gone silent.

One evening, Aarohi decided to play in the village square, something she had never done before. She brought her violin, stood in the centre, and began to play. At first, only a few people stopped to listen, but soon a crowd gathered. Though Aarohi couldn’t hear their applause or the murmurs of appreciation, she could feel their presence, their connection to the music.

And in that moment, she realised that she hadn’t lost music after all. She had simply found a new melody, one that resonated not through sound, but through the unspoken language of the heart.(END)

Rajat Chandra Sarmah 

Guwahati , Assam , India 

11/11/2024