Date: 09/06/2026
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“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” — Winston Churchill
An elderly couple spent many evenings working on a jigsaw puzzle spread across their dining table.
Piece by piece, the image slowly emerged.
Some sections came together quickly.
Others refused to cooperate.
Occasionally, a missing piece seemed impossible to find.
Yet they never rushed.
One evening, a visiting grandchild asked why they enjoyed puzzles so much.
The grandfather smiled.
“Because they remind us of life.”
Not every piece fits immediately.
Some appear lost.
Others turn up when least expected.
And sometimes we spend too much time focusing on what is missing instead of appreciating what has already been completed.
Life rarely arrives as a finished picture.
It unfolds gradually, one piece at a time.
The challenge is not to complete everything at once.
It is to remain patient while the image takes shape.
Perhaps that is why puzzles continue to fascinate people of every generation.
They teach us that progress is often quiet.
And that patience can be as important as determination.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 08/06/2026
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Every morning, a mail carrier followed the same route through a quiet neighbourhood.
And every morning, a golden retriever waited at the same gate.
At first, their interaction was brief.
A wagging tail.
A friendly greeting.
A few seconds before the day’s work continued.
Over the years, however, the routine became something more.
Neighbours began expecting it.
Children smiled when they saw it.
Even visitors learned about the daily friendship.
Then one winter, the dog became ill and stopped appearing.
The mail carrier noticed immediately.
For several weeks, the gate remained empty.
When the dog finally recovered and returned, the reunion attracted smiles throughout the street.
The moment was simple.
No dramatic rescue.
No extraordinary event.
Just two familiar friends happy to see one another again.
Sometimes the strongest bonds are built quietly through repetition.
A greeting.
A shared routine.
A few moments of kindness.
In a busy world, such connections remind us that friendship often grows where we least expect it.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

Date: 08/06/2026
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In certain deserts around the world, including parts of Mongolia and China, nature performs an unexpected concert.
Under the right conditions, vast sand dunes can produce deep humming, booming or musical sounds as sand grains slide down their slopes.
For centuries, travellers were puzzled by these mysterious noises. Some believed spirits inhabited the dunes. Others compared the sounds to distant drums or low-flying aircraft.
Scientists later discovered that the phenomenon results from countless grains of sand moving together in a highly organized manner. When conditions are perfect, the vibrations create sounds that can travel considerable distances.
What makes the singing dunes fascinating is the way they connect science and wonder.
Even after the explanation is understood, the experience remains extraordinary.
Visitors describe hearing tones that seem almost alive, rising and fading across the desert landscape.
The dunes remind us that heritage is not always built by human hands.
Sometimes the world’s most remarkable stories are written by wind, time and geography.
Nature, after all, has been creating marvels long before people began recording history.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

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Date: 08/06/2026

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“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.” — Oscar Wilde

While cleaning a kitchen drawer, a woman discovered an old recipe card written in her grandmother’s handwriting.

The paper had softened with age. A few words had faded. Small stains marked years of use.

The recipe itself was simple.

Nothing that would appear in a famous cookbook.

Yet as she held the card, memories returned more vividly than any photograph.

Sunday afternoons.

Family gatherings.

The aroma from the kitchen.

Conversations that seemed ordinary at the time.

Food has a unique way of preserving memory.

Long after voices fall silent and tables are rearranged, a familiar recipe can bring people back into our lives for a moment.

Perhaps that is why family recipes are treasured.

They are more than instructions.

They are stories disguised as ingredients.

A pinch of patience.

A spoonful of affection.

A generous serving of shared history.

Sometimes the most valuable inheritance arrives not in a safe or a bank account.

Sometimes it arrives on a worn piece of paper tucked inside a drawer.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 07/06/2026
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One winter morning, firefighters arriving for duty noticed a stray cat sitting outside the station.
The next day, the cat returned.
Then again.
Before long, everyone accepted that the cat had made its decision.
The fire station was home.
The firefighters provided food, a warm corner and, eventually, a name.
In return, the cat offered something less tangible.
Companionship.
After difficult shifts and demanding emergencies, firefighters often found comfort in the animal’s calm presence.
Visitors came expecting to see fire engines and equipment.
Many left talking about the station cat.
The animal never fought fires.
Never responded to emergencies.
Yet it contributed in its own way.
Sometimes comfort is as valuable as action.
The story spread through the community, and the cat became a local favourite.
It serves as a gentle reminder that belonging is not always something we choose.
Occasionally, it chooses us.
And sometimes it arrives quietly, with whiskers, paws and a determination to stay.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

To be within the Top 100 poets once again is a privilege I never take for granted. What makes this recognition especially meaningful is the consistency of the journey—remaining within the first 100 ranks since the 19th edition of the contest, with my highest achievement being Rank 24.

Poetry is often a solitary pursuit, built quietly through observation, reflection, and persistence. Every recognition serves as encouragement to continue exploring the power of words and the human experience they seek to capture.

My sincere gratitude to S7 Poetry, the judges, organisers, fellow poets, and readers who keep the spirit of poetry alive. I look forward to continuing this journey, one poem at a time.

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Date: 07/06/2026

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In a small church in New Zealand stands a clock that has fascinated visitors for generations.

Unlike modern timepieces powered by batteries or electronics, this clock continues to operate through a mechanism that has endured for well over a century.

It requires regular winding and care, but its continued operation is a testament to craftsmanship and dedication.

What makes the story remarkable is not merely the clock itself.

It is the people who have maintained it.

Over the decades, different caretakers accepted responsibility for keeping the mechanism functioning. Knowledge was passed from one generation to the next, ensuring that the clock continued marking the passage of time.

In an age where many objects are discarded when they stop working, such traditions offer a different perspective.

Maintenance becomes an act of respect.

Repair becomes a form of stewardship.

The clock serves as a reminder that heritage is not only about preserving buildings or monuments.

It is also about preserving skills, knowledge and commitment.

Every tick represents more than the movement of gears.

It represents continuity.

A connection between those who cared for the clock in the past and those who continue to care for it today.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 07/06/2026
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“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” — A. A. Milne
A group of old friends gathered for their annual reunion.
The conversations began exactly where they had ended the previous year.
Stories were retold.
Laughter returned.
Memories travelled easily across decades.
Yet this year, one chair remained empty.
A friend who had attended every reunion was no longer there.
For a moment, the absence felt larger than the room itself.
Then something beautiful happened.
People began sharing stories about him.
His jokes.
His habits.
The time he arrived at the wrong venue.
The way he remembered everyone’s birthday.
Soon the empty chair no longer seemed empty.
It had become filled with memories.
Life teaches us that people leave.
But it also teaches us something equally important.
The kindness we give, the laughter we share and the lives we touch often remain long after we are gone.
Perhaps that is why memories matter so much.
They allow presence to outlive absence.
And sometimes, they turn an empty chair into the most occupied seat in the room.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

Date: 06/06/2026
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A family hiking in unfamiliar countryside took a wrong turn as daylight began to fade.
The trails looked similar.
The signposts became confusing.
As concern grew, their dog suddenly became unusually determined.
Instead of following the family, he began walking ahead, frequently looking back as if checking whether they were following.
The family decided to trust him.
For nearly twenty minutes the dog continued along a narrow path before emerging onto a familiar trail leading back toward the visitor centre.
Whether the animal consciously understood the situation or simply recognized a scent, nobody could say with certainty.
What mattered was the outcome.
The family returned safely before darkness settled across the landscape.
Stories like this explain why people often describe dogs as companions rather than pets.
A strong bond develops when humans and animals share daily experiences, trust and affection.
Sometimes that trust reveals itself in remarkable ways.
And occasionally, when uncertainty appears, guidance arrives on four legs with a wagging tail.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

Date: 06/06/2026
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High in the cliffs of China’s ancient Buddhist regions, generations of monks and scholars preserved knowledge in extraordinary ways.
Among the most remarkable were collections of manuscripts and sacred texts stored within cave complexes carved directly into mountainsides.
These were not merely places of worship.
They became centres of learning, translation and preservation.
For centuries, travellers, monks and scholars carried texts across deserts, mountain passes and trade routes. Many of these writings might have vanished forever had they not been protected within these remote stone chambers.
The caves provided natural insulation from weather and offered security during turbulent periods of history.
What makes these sites fascinating is the effort invested in preserving ideas.
The people who copied and protected these manuscripts often knew they would never see the full impact of their work.
Yet they continued.
Their reward was not recognition.
It was continuity.
Today, historians continue to study these collections, uncovering insights into religion, trade, language and daily life from centuries ago.
The story reminds us that civilization depends not only on those who create knowledge, but also on those who preserve it.
Sometimes the future is safeguarded by people who quietly protect the past.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah Guwahati, Assam, India email: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com youtube: conversewithasmile

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