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Date: 22/07/2025

I once sat by a library window where sunlight streamed across yellowed pages. Outside, kids played cricket, their laughter floating in.

That day, I read nothing. I just watched dust motes dance in the golden light, feeling strangely at peace.

Sometimes, peace comes not from doing, but from noticing. Tonight, sit by your own “window.” Watch the world. Let it soften you.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 21/07/2025

There’s an empty bench in the park. Years ago, two friends sat there every evening—talking of dreams, laughing at life’s little absurdities.

Now, only the bench remembers.

But perhaps that’s the beauty of benches. They wait. For new laughter. New memories.

Tonight, take a walk. Find your bench. Leave it with a story it will hold for years.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 20/07/2025

Clocks tick relentlessly, but if you listen closely, they whisper: “No rush. Each second is enough.”

We forget that. We rush past moments like there’s a finish line.

Today, slow down. Let the clock tick. Life isn’t a race—it’s music.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com

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Date: 19/07/2025

While cleaning, I found an old cassette. I dusted off the player and pressed play. The crackle of static gave way to a tune I hadn’t heard in decades.

Suddenly, I was 20 again, smiling shyly at the girl next door, humming the same song under my breath.

Music keeps our memories alive. Tonight, play a song from your youth. Let it take you back.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 18/07/2025

There’s a picture frame in my hall that refuses to stay straight. I adjust it every morning. By evening, it’s tilted again—stubborn as an old uncle’s opinion.

Maybe that’s a lesson. Life’s never perfectly aligned. The secret isn’t in fixing it endlessly—but in smiling at its quirks.

So leave one frame crooked today. It’s charming.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com

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Date: 17/07/2025

There’s a picture frame in my hall that refuses to stay straight. I adjust it every morning. By evening, it’s tilted again—stubborn as an old uncle’s opinion.

Maybe that’s a lesson. Life’s never perfectly aligned. The secret isn’t in fixing it endlessly—but in smiling at its quirks.

So leave one frame crooked today. It’s charming.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com

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Date: 16/07/2025

I watched the postman today—his bag sagging with letters, parcels, bills, and postcards. How many secrets does he carry unknowingly?

Years ago, we waited for his knock with bated breath. A letter meant love, news, or a cousin’s wedding invite. Now, it’s mostly silent notifications on screens.

But tonight, I missed the weight of a handwritten envelope. Its slight perfume. The uneven scrawl of someone thinking of you.

Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll send one. And you?

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com

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Date: 16/07/2025

A squirrel darted across my balcony today, tail flicking, eyes on my biscuit tin.

I waved. It froze. Then it shot away with a crumb in its mouth, a tiny victorious warrior.

Life is full of such little thefts—sunlight stealing into your room, laughter stealing your worries. Let them.

Start today ready to share your biscuits—with squirrels and with joy.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com

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Date: 15/07/2025

Every night, her balcony light comes on at 8 pm sharp. From my chair, I see her watering tulsi, humming an old Hindi tune.

I don’t know her name. We’ve never spoken. Yet, her small routine soothes me.

Sometimes, it’s these quiet strangers who remind us the world still turns gently, despite the noise.

Tonight, light a lamp. Be someone’s unseen calm in the dark.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: http://www.rajatchandrasarmah.com