Morning Is a Mindset
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Date: 15/06/2025
Morning isn’t just when the sun rises.
It’s when your thoughts shift from why bother? to let’s try.
You don’t need perfect plans to start the day.
Just a single, stubborn belief: I can do something worthwhile today.
Some people chase clocks. Others chase clarity.
Let your first win today be the decision to move — even slightly — forward.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Date: 14/06/2025
The rain came without warning.
I rushed under the nearest shop shade, only to see a little girl holding a bright red umbrella — too big for her, too small for both of us.
She looked at me and asked, “Do you need to be saved?”
I smiled. “Yes, I think I do.”
She let me in.
We walked silently till the rain stopped. At the corner, she waved and said, “I save people sometimes. Because I once got saved.”
The red umbrella danced in the wind as she disappeared.
Some angels don’t have wings. They just have kindness that fits two people.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
You’re Allowed
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Date: 14/06/2025
You’re allowed to outgrow people, places, dreams. You’re allowed to rebuild what once felt broken beyond repair.
You’re allowed to feel joy without guilt.
To forgive someone — or not.
To rest when the world wants you to run.
There’s no manual for being human. But there’s strength in writing your own.
Be soft with your spirit. Fierce with your boundaries. Brave with your next step.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Date: 13/06/2025
She kept an old matchbox inside her drawer — not for the matches, but for the memories.
Each time life felt too heavy, she’d open it and find tiny scribbled notes from her childhood — “You’re brave,” “You climbed the tree!” “Don’t cry, tomorrow is near.”
It was her mother’s handwriting. Her mother who left the world too soon.
Over time, the matchbox became her therapist, her diary, her rescue.
When her daughter turned 7, she gifted her a new one.
Blank slips inside. “You’ll fill it with your light,” she said.
Sometimes strength doesn’t roar. Sometimes, it fits in a matchbox.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Words That Carry Us
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Date: 13/06/2025
There are words we forget, and words we carry.
A sentence whispered by a friend years ago.
A teacher’s quiet nod.
A line from a book that keeps us breathing
when everything else seems to fail.
Today, be careful with your words.
And be kind with them —
because someone may carry what you say
for a lifetime.
Speak like someone is listening
with their heart.
Because someone always is.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Date: 12/06/2025
He began without preface.
“Love, when young, is loud. Fireworks, promises, letters. But love, when it ages… it’s quieter. It becomes a prayer you whisper while tying your shoelaces.”
I listened.
“I loved once. Deeply. She passed away before our third anniversary. People said time would heal. They lied. Time only teaches you how to walk with the limp.”
I didn’t know what to say.
He held out an old photograph — a smiling woman with a red bindi.
“She taught me that silence can be beautiful.”
The train whistled in the background.
As I left, he said,
“If you love someone, tell them often. Not loudly — just honestly. That’s enough.”
I turned back.
He wasn’t on the bench anymore.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 12/06/2025
Nobody claps for the battles you fight within. But those are the victories that truly define you.
Getting out of bed on a heavy morning. Smiling through unshed tears. Saying no when it’s easier to give in.
You don’t always need an audience to win.
You just need a mirror — and the courage to face it.
Today, honour the strength no one sees. Because it’s the kind that lasts.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 11/06/2025
The next evening, I saw him again — same bench, same white kurta.
He looked at me, as if expecting I’d return.
“You came back,” he said.
“So did you,” I replied.
He chuckled. “When you grow old, you don’t travel much. You revisit. This bench is my only journey now.”
I asked him about the person he was waiting for.
“My daughter,” he said softly. “She left for the city 12 years ago. Promised to write. She never did. But I still come here. In case…”
The silence that followed was heavy, sacred.
“Maybe she’s too broken to return,” I whispered.
He nodded. “So I heal here, for both of us.”
When my train came, I didn’t want to leave.
He smiled, “Come tomorrow. I’ll tell you what love feels like after it’s gone.”
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 11/06/2025
Don’t mistake stillness for weakness.
In nature, even the fiercest rivers pause before the fall. The seed is quiet before it cracks open. The sky holds its breath before the storm.
Your pause might feel like a delay — but it’s often a disguise for preparation.
Let silence train your strength. Let the pause become your push.
And when the world sees you move again, let them feel what the quiet built in you.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 10/06/2025
It was a dusky evening at Guwahati Railway Station. My train was delayed, and I sat quietly on a wooden bench, watching people rush past like time itself. That’s when I saw him — an old man in a white kurta, frayed around the edges, his eyes scanning the horizon as if waiting for someone who may never return.
He looked at me, smiled gently, and asked, “May I sit?”
I nodded.
For a while, we didn’t speak. Then, he whispered, “Do you travel to remember, or to forget?”
I looked at him, startled.
“To feel,” I replied.
He smiled again. “That’s rare.”
We didn’t exchange names. But I knew this would not be our only conversation.( To be continued )
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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