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18/04/2025
Old books smell like rain.
Photographs like regret.
Closets like childhood.
We rarely talk about the smells of memory. But they’re the ones that cut deepest.
The handkerchief your father used to tuck into his shirt—
The bedsheet your grandmother washed in river water—
The room spray your sister used before her wedding—
They stay.
Even when people leave, even when walls are repainted, even when languages change—scent remembers.
So next time something smells like something, pause.
You’re not imagining it.
Memory has its own nose.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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Date of Posting: Thursday, 17 April 2025
This morning,
the air forgot its usual rush.
Even the crows seemed unsure
of their next argument.
I sat still long enough
to hear the curtain sigh—
not out of boredom,
but the kind of surrender
only cloth and old hearts know.
There is peace
in not being needed.
There is poetry
in being left alone
and still loving the room
that forgot to call your name.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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Good morning my friends and my readers
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Date 16/04/2025
I once wrote a letter I never sent.
Then I wrote another. And another.
Over time, a shoebox in my cupboard grew heavier—not with words, but with everything I could never say.
To my mother: “I forgive you, even though I still cry alone.”
To an old friend: “I miss who we were more than who you are.”
To a version of myself: “You did your best. That was enough.”
We think unsent letters are failures. But they’re not.
They are rehearsals of healing.
Proof that we still care, even when it’s too late to show it.
That box still sits there.
I haven’t opened it in years.
But I sleep better knowing it’s full.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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Good morning friend and my dear readers .
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Date 15/04/2025
The world is noisy
but loneliness hums softer—
like the low fridge buzz
after midnight.
People pass by like seasons
in a place that never
knows snow.
I wave at shadows
they never see.
Even my plants
have learned to lean
toward the window,
away from me.
But still—
I water them gently.
Loneliness deserves green too.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI, ASSAM, INDIA
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