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Date: 12/07/2025

There’s an old rocking chair in my veranda—its cane cracked slightly, its arms polished by decades of hands. It squeaks every time I lean back, but oh, how it knows to soothe a tired body.

This evening, I sank into it with a cup of tea. The chair took over the rest—rocking gently, lulling my thoughts. The chaos of the day melted, replaced by a soft breeze and the faint smell of rain on dust.

Maybe we all need such a chair—not always literal, but a space or habit that lets life slow down. A walk. A book. A quiet balcony.

Find yours tonight. Let it rock you gently back to yourself.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 12/07/2025

You wake up to birdsong instead of your phone’s annoying beep. A rare, gentle start. No panic. No mad rush. You sit there for a minute, realizing… nothing terrible happened just because you overslept.

The world didn’t stop. The sky didn’t fall.

Maybe we’ve been too harsh on ourselves, binding every day to alarms and deadlines. Sometimes, life whispers, “Take five more minutes.” And it’s okay to listen.

Here’s to starting your day softer.

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

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Date: 11/07/2025

In a quiet corner of her wardrobe sat a saree she never wore. A deep maroon silk, its golden borders still stiff from never being draped. It had been bought for “some special occasion” years ago—but no such occasion came.

One evening, with no guests, no festivals, she took it out. Draped it slowly, awkwardly. She walked to the mirror and smiled—not at the fabric, but at the woman who finally stopped waiting for life to give her a reason to feel beautiful.

Perhaps the real occasion was just… being alive.

So tonight, wear your special perfume. Use the fancy cup. Call that friend. Life’s most ordinary days often turn out to be extraordinary.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 11/07/2025

There’s always that one uninvited guest at breakfast. Not a neighbor, not a relative—just a bird who insists on inspecting your balcony.

It hops closer, tilts its head as if saying, “So… are we sharing those biscuits or not?”

You pause, biscuit in hand, and laugh. Maybe today’s gift isn’t a promotion or an award. Maybe it’s this little feathered inspector reminding you: life’s lighter when you notice small, silly joys.

So share a crumb. Or don’t. But start your day with a smile anyway.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 07/07/2025

Every household has it. That one television remote control with magical powers. It disappears precisely when India needs two runs off the last ball or when your wife’s favourite serial reaches the dramatic revelation.

You’ve searched under the cushions. Checked the fridge (don’t ask why). Even interrogated the poor dog with suspicious eyes. Nothing. And then, hours later, it reappears—quietly resting on the coffee table as if mocking you: “What’s the panic? I never left.”

Some say it’s gremlins. I think it’s the remote’s way of demanding respect. After all, in its tiny plastic frame lives the power to silence news debates and skip endless shampoo ads.

Next time it vanishes, don’t panic. Just pour yourself tea, lean back, and let the universe work its mysterious magic. The remote always comes home.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 10/07/2025

At the back of the top shelf, wrapped in old newspaper, is Maa’s jar of pickles.

Mango. Spicy. Slightly too salty.

Made with gossip and sunlight.

She used to say, “Pickle needs time. Don’t rush it.”

And maybe that’s true for everything—love, apologies, even forgiveness.

Now, when I miss her, I open the lid just to smell it.

One sniff, and I’m nine again, stealing pieces with rice.

Pickles don’t expire, you know.

Neither does love.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 09/07/2025

There’s something magical about a cup of tea at the end of a long day. It’s not just the warmth of the porcelain in your palms or the aroma of leaves unfurling—it’s the silent invitation to pause.

As I sit by my window, I see a stray cat sprawled lazily on the boundary wall, the world slowing down with the fading sun. Somewhere, in a different time zone, someone might just be waking up, brewing their first coffee, stretching into a new day full of unknowns.

Isn’t life like this cup? Bitter at times, sweet at others, and always best when sipped slowly. Tonight, don’t scroll endlessly. Put your phone away. Sit with yourself. Or with someone you love. Share that untold story you’ve been keeping for months. You’ll be surprised how much lighter your soul feels.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 09/07/2025

Stuck at a red light today?

Don’t tap the wheel or curse the clock.

Use it.

Take a deep breath. Smile. Think of someone you’re grateful for.

Pause is not punishment. It’s presence.

Even traffic gives us a chance to stop rushing through our lives.

Let stillness happen—even in gear

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 08/07/2025

There’s always that one flickering bulb at home.

You think, “I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

And weeks pass.

You learn to live with its rhythm—on-off-on, blink-blink, buzz.

It becomes a part of your background, your quiet.

I think we’re all like that bulb sometimes.

Flickering. Not broken, just… tired.

But still giving light.

Even if it’s not perfect.

And you know what? That’s okay.

You don’t have to shine steady all the time.

Even flickers count.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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Date: 08/07/2025

He made two cups of tea every morning.

One for himself. One for memory.

She never came back.

But he never stopped.

The steam curled like her laugh once—light, rising, fading.

Some habits are love letters.

Some routines are stories left unfinished.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

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