This Morning Didn’t Want to Be Written


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Date: 28/12/2025


This morning resisted words.
I sat with the notebook open and nothing came.
No insight. No mood. No sentence waiting to be rescued.
Earlier, I would have forced it.
Today, I didn’t.
I made tea. I watched steam rise and disappear without finishing a shape.
That felt honest.
Not every morning wants interpretation.
Some mornings just want to pass quietly through the body.
If you’re reading this in the U.S., Europe, or somewhere else entirely,
maybe your day also began without meaning.
That’s not failure.
That’s life before editing.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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Evening, When the Body Speaks First


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Date: 27/12/2025


By evening, the body takes over the conversation.
The mind still wants to explain.
The body just wants a chair.
I noticed my shoulders today before my thoughts.
That told me enough.
Evenings don’t need reflection essays.
They need permission to slow down without guilt.
If your day was loud, let the evening be quiet.
If it was empty, let the evening fill itself gently.
Nothing important needs to be decided tonight.
Rest is not retreat.
It’s maintenance.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

Valparaíso, Chile — A City That Refused to Be Straight


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Date: 27/12/2025


Valparaíso sits on the Pacific coast of Chile, climbing hills the way it wants to.
No symmetry. No apology.
Houses are stacked in colors that shouldn’t work together — yet they do.
Staircases lead nowhere obvious. Elevators feel like stories themselves.
What people here are proud of is not perfection.
It’s character.
The city never tried to impress anyone with order.
It chose expression instead.
Murals speak.
Walls remember.
Valparaíso reminds you that beauty doesn’t come from alignment.
It comes from honesty.
For its people, living crooked was always more truthful than standing straight.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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Very happy for this national level recognisation . Thank you Bluestar publication.

My friends and readers , I am recognised as Bharat Kavi Ratna award 25 ( Jewels of Indian poet, this translation is mine only ). A proud moment for me and sharing with you .

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati , Assam , India

I Almost Missed the Morning TodayAlmost Missed the Morning Today

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Date: 27/12/2025

I almost missed the morning today.

Not because I overslept —
but because I was already thinking about noon.

It happens quietly.
The body is present, the mind isn’t.

I caught it while brushing my teeth, staring at nothing,
already negotiating with a future hour that hadn’t arrived.

So I stopped.

Stood there longer than necessary.
Let the tap run. Let the moment exist.

Morning doesn’t announce itself with drama.
It shows up once. If you’re absent, it leaves.

If you’re reading this later in another country,
maybe your “morning” is already gone too.

That’s okay.
Just don’t miss the next one.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

Evening Without Any Agenda


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Date: 26/12/2025


This evening didn’t come with a plan.
And that feels like a relief.
No replay of the day.
No pressure to make sense of anything.
I sat longer than needed, staring at nothing important.
And nothing complained.
Evenings like this remind me —
rest doesn’t need permission.
If your day felt unfinished, let it remain so.
Completion is overrated.
Some nights are meant to close softly,
without conclusions.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

Lalibela, Ethiopia — Faith Carved Straight Into Stone


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Date: 26/12/2025


Lalibela is a town in northern Ethiopia, known for something almost unbelievable.
Its churches are not built upward.
They are carved downward.
Entire places of worship cut directly from solid rock.


For locals, this is not a tourist story.
It is daily geography.
People walk past these ancient structures the way others pass markets or schools.
Quietly. Respectfully.
What they are proud of is devotion that didn’t ask for decoration.
Only commitment.
Lalibela reminds the world that belief doesn’t always rise toward the sky.
Sometimes, it goes deep into the earth — and stays there.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

The Day After Celebration


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Date: 26/12/2025


The day after celebration is always quieter.
Almost shy.
Leftover lights.
Half-empty rooms.
A body that doesn’t want another schedule yet.
As a child, I loved this day more than the festival itself.
No instructions. No expectations. Just time slowing down on its own.
This morning feels like that.
If you woke up unsure what today is supposed to be, you’re not late.
You’re right on time.
Some days are meant to settle, not shine.
Let today be one of them.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

Christmas Evening, When the Lights Settle


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Date: 25/12/2025


By evening, Christmas becomes softer.
The messages slow down.
The noise thins.
Someone somewhere is washing dishes after a meal.
Someone else is scrolling, unsure what they expected today to be.
That’s alright.
Not every Christmas has to feel magical.
Some are simply honest.
If today brought warmth — hold it gently.
If it didn’t, let the day pass without judgement.
Merry Christmas, again —
not as a greeting, but as a quiet hope for peace before sleep.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile

Vatican City — Where Silence Carries More Weight Than Words


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Date: 25/12/2025


Vatican City sits quietly inside Rome, yet it speaks to the world every day.
Not through size or power — but through presence.
It is not just a religious centre.
It is a place where history decided to pause instead of move on.
St. Peter’s Square fills during moments of faith, grief, and hope.


And then it empties — without protest.
What citizens and keepers of this place are proud of is not grandeur.
It is continuity.
The Vatican doesn’t chase relevance.
It lets time come to it.
In a restless world, that stillness feels intentional — and rare.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube@conversewithasmile