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Date: 20/06/2025

Try this: Stand before a mirror and grin. At first, it feels silly. But wait. Watch how your own reflection begins to smile back—not just with lips, but with eyes. You’ve just turned on your own sunlight. Mornings don’t need a miracle. They need you. Start your day with that smile, and carry it like a badge of quiet strength. The world can’t resist someone who glows from within.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date 19/06/2025

Under the quiet glow of the moon, when the world softens into hush, let your thoughts slip off their daily harness.

Breathe.

Let the day replay not in a rush but in gentle stills—like a flickering old film.

Which moment smiled at you quietly?

Which conversation, though fleeting, refused to leave?

The moon has no judgement, only silver patience.

Write a line, sketch a thought,

hum a tune that found you unexpectedly.

Somewhere between sleep and dreams,

you may find clarity disguised as calm.

That lingering phrase, that glimmering look, that unnoticed kindness—

they’re all stardust waiting to settle into stories.

Tonight, let your pen or your heart—whichever feels lighter—

whisper back to the sky.

You’ll wake with softer edges, and

perhaps,

a little more light inside.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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19/06/2925

Introduce a character today—not with a name or a list of past sorrows, but with a single moment. Maybe it’s the way they tuck a loose strand of hair behind their ear while lying, or the half-smile they wear before vanishing into a crowd. Let a cough, a blink too long, a fingertip tapping glass betray more than words ever could. Characters don’t breathe through exposition—they arrive in the hush between two gestures. Let them speak silently, and watch how deeply they stay.

GOOD MORNING

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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After the day’s journey—of thoughts, trials, and tiny victories—sit quietly and dip your spirit in ink. Writing isn’t always about producing pages; sometimes it’s about pausing and returning to a single line that once stirred something deep within you. Revisit it. Touch it gently. Can you make it sing even louder? Can its heartbeat echo just a little longer across time? In the hush of evening, your pen becomes a bridge between who you were when you wrote it and who you are now. That’s where growth happens—not in grand revisions, but in the subtle flicker of a better phrase, a clearer truth. The words you shape tonight may bloom into wisdom tomorrow. So edit not just with your mind, but with your memory, your tenderness, and your becoming.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah
Email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

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Date: 18/06/2025

Plant a narrative seed today—no matter how small. It might be a fleeting dialogue overheard in a tea stall, a stranger’s glance on a busy street, or the way sunlight pauses on old wood. Let your imagination ask: Who are they? What do they long for? Every ordinary moment holds the pulse of a story waiting to unfold. Carry your curiosity gently, like a seed in your palm. Water it with wonder. With time, it may grow into a world only you could create. Today, you don’t just live—you also listen. That’s where stories begin.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
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Date 17/06/2025

Evenings are not endings—they are gentle pauses. The sun doesn’t crash into the horizon; it leans, lingers, and disappears like a thought slowly fading. You, too, do not have to end this day with answers. You only need to rest with honesty. What stirred your soul today? What small moment made you smile, or ache, or breathe deeper? Maybe you failed. Maybe you soared. Or maybe, you simply were. And that is more than enough. Let the quiet of this hour wrap around you like the closing lines of a good poem. Not rushed, not dramatic—just real. You made it through the day, and in doing so, you honored life. Close your eyes not to escape, but to return. You’ve earned your stillness.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
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Date: 17/06/2025

Not every morning needs a mission.

Some just ask you to breathe. To hold the cup of tea longer. To hear the birds, not just listen.

This moment, this breath — is enough.

You don’t need to outrun your past today. You just need to be fully where your feet are.

The peace you’re looking for is already here. Waiting to be noticed.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

The Handwritten Letter

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In the digital age, she still wrote letters.

Not emails. Not texts. Actual letters — ink, paper, folded emotions.

When I asked her why, she said, “Because fingers speak more truth than thumbs.”

She once wrote a letter to her younger self — “I forgive you for not knowing better.”

That line stayed with me.

When we lose ourselves, sometimes all it takes is a letter. Not from someone else, but from the version of us that still believed — in stars, in love, in ourselves.

Write to yourself today. You might meet someone you forgot you were.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Good morning

Date: 15/06/2025

Every evening, she set two cups of tea on the balcony.

One for her. One for the empty chair beside her.

Neighbors thought she was strange. But she was just in love — with a memory.

Her husband had passed away 3 years ago. Yet, she spoke to the chair like he never left.

One day, I asked, “Doesn’t it make you sad?”

She smiled. “It keeps me warm. Grief is cold. Memory is warmer.”

Since then, I never feared empty chairs. I saw them as places love once sat, and sometimes, still does.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India