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Date: 07/07/2025
Have you noticed how Sundays have their own smell?
It’s a weird mix of agarbatti, shampoo, and pressure cooker steam.
At home, it also meant old Hindi songs on the radio and Papa reading the paper too loudly.
Maa would clean things that were already clean.
We’d all move slower.
Not lazy—just softer.
Evenings came with extra cups of tea and that faint worry about Monday.
Now I live alone, but some Sundays, I recreate the whole thing—just for comfort.
Because peace isn’t always silence.
Sometimes, it’s the familiar noise you grew up with.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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