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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Date: 10/06/2025

Every sunrise gives us permission to start again, but not every morning brings the same fire.

Some days, we crawl toward the light. On others, we run toward it like someone chasing a train.

Today, don’t just begin — begin with urgency. Begin with that sharp, childlike hunger that makes people pause and ask: What drives you so deeply?

You don’t need the whole world behind you. Just a reason that wakes you up stronger than your excuses.

Let the flame inside you be louder than the noise around you.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Dear Readers,

I hope this message finds you well. Due to some unavoidable preoccupations, I’ve been away from my blog for the past few days and may continue to be until next Sunday.

Writing and sharing with you is something I deeply cherish, and this pause is just a short interlude—not a farewell. I sincerely apologize for the temporary silence and thank you for your continued love and patience.

Looking forward to reconnecting with renewed energy and fresh thoughts soon.

With warmth and gratitude,

Rajat

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Date: 14 May 2025

There is something haunting about an empty chair. Especially when it once held someone whose presence filled the entire room. It’s not about the furniture. It’s about the void it echoes.

I remember my father’s chair—brown, weathered, with his shape almost molded into the cushions. It creaked under his weight, just like the world creaked under his quiet strength. After he left, we never moved it. The chair remained. It was not just his seat; it became our memory keeper.

We all have that one absence that weighs more than any presence. The one that walks with us in silent rooms and sits beside us during long meals. It could be a person, a friendship, a phase of life, or even a version of ourselves we left behind. Their memory is not always sad—sometimes it comforts, like an old melody we forgot we loved.

It’s okay to acknowledge that emptiness. It’s okay to touch the back of the chair and remember. The pain doesn’t dishonor the love—it amplifies it. If you still feel that weight, it only means what once existed was truly valuable.

So today, if you walk past an empty chair, pause for a moment. It might just be carrying a story the world still needs to hear.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 13 May 2025

There’s a kind of goodbye that never makes it to the lips. It lingers in pauses, in held-back tears, in the silence that stretches between two people who once spoke freely. These goodbyes are the hardest—they’re unwritten, unspoken, yet painfully real.

I once saw two friends meet after years. Their eyes carried more words than their mouths ever dared to speak. They smiled politely, exchanged a few generic phrases, and parted. But the real conversation was in what remained unsaid. Regret, forgiveness, longing—it all hung heavy in the air, a presence between them.

Life doesn’t always give us the perfect send-off. Sometimes people leave without slamming doors. Sometimes you drift from someone you loved without knowing the exact day it happened. And sometimes, you say goodbye to a version of yourself that no longer fits the person you’re becoming.

We crave closure like we crave certainty. But often, healing begins when we stop demanding neat endings and start embracing the truth that some chapters close without punctuation.

So if there’s someone or something you never got to say goodbye to, write them a letter in your heart. Then let it float away. That’s how peace begins.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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