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29/11/2025

Botswana carries a rare pride—its Okavango Delta, a miracle shaped quietly by nature. A river that refuses to meet the sea, choosing instead to disappear into the Kalahari and paint a wetland where logic says a wetland should never exist.

Every year, when distant rains travel thousands of kilometres to reach this inland maze, the desert shifts. Islands rise, water channels redraw themselves, and elephants wade through lilies as if crossing a dream.
Travelers often expect grandeur in size, but here grandeur lies in rhythm—the soft splash of a mokoro, the cry of a fish eagle, the slow breathing of a land that keeps its secrets.
Nations have monuments built by hands; Botswana has one sculpted purely by time.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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29/11/2025

Sometimes a morning does not begin with any alarm or music or ritual. It starts with a small surprise—like finding an old photograph tucked in a book you haven’t opened in years. A forgotten sunset, a familiar smile, a place you once stood… suddenly the day feels softer.
We often think inspiration must arrive loudly, but most days it walks in quietly, touching only those who pause long enough to notice.
If today feels heavy, let a small surprise—not a plan—set the direction. You never know how a simple memory can lift a whole day.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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28 November 2025

Some evenings arrive gently, not with golden skies or dramatic clouds, but with a soft fade — like a song lowering its volume without ending. It’s the kind of evening that invites you to sit for a while, maybe near a window, maybe near someone you trust, maybe near your own thoughts.

Across the world, evenings behave differently. In bustling cities they glow neon; in small towns they smell of dinner; in quiet homes they become a companion. But one thing remains universal — evening is the hour that reminds us that our pace can slow without guilt.

Tonight, let the day melt without analysis.
Let the heart breathe in its own time.
And let silence speak the last line.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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28 November 2025

In the far north of Namibia, beyond the quiet desert roads and the copper heat, lives a tradition that the Himba people wear with deep, unbroken pride — otjize, the red ochre paste. It is not merely a cosmetic ritual; it is history carried on the skin.

Women mix butterfat and crushed red stone to create the ochre coating that protects them from the harsh desert sun. But there is something more — a sense of belonging. The earthy red becomes a symbol of identity, beauty, and continuity in a world that changes too quickly for most cultures to hold their centre.

Visitors often stare in admiration, but for the Himba, this is not a performance — it is a living archive. A message that some traditions are too sacred to dilute.

In a world running toward sameness, Namibia stands steady, coloured in resilience.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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28 November 2025

Sometimes the day begins not with noise, not with alarms, not even with thought — but with a quiet pause before the sun slips in. That little space where the world has not yet decided its speed. For a few breaths, life feels like a page waiting to be written, not demanded.

Across cities, villages, and silent winter towns, people rise differently — some with the softness of dawn, some long after it. But every rise carries one truth: a new day does not ask who we were yesterday; it simply hands us a fresh draft.

If you woke with a worry, keep it aside.
If you woke with a small spark, guard it gently.
The moment before the sun arrives belongs entirely to you.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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27 November 2025

Evenings can be noisy or silent, busy or lonely. But there is a moment—just before night settles—when everything softens a little. This slow hour asks for nothing. It simply lets the day rest.

Some people reach home at this time, some are still out, some are only beginning their shift, and some sit alone with their thoughts. Yet the feeling is universal: the day’s weight loosens. The mind unclenches. The world becomes a shade gentler.

Let this hour be your pause. Sit with it. Let it hold you before tomorrow begins its story again.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
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27 November 2025

Venice has a way of teaching without speaking. No cars. No traffic. Only water and footsteps shaping the afternoon. In this floating city, nothing rushes—not the boats, not the shadows on the canal, not even the conversations drifting from balconies.

Every bridge feels like a pause. Every narrow street like a reminder that life can unfold slowly and still remain full. Venice survives through rhythm, through balance, through patience. It doesn’t fight the water; it flows with it.

And maybe that’s the lesson for today—when the world is loud, find a pace that belongs to you and keep it close.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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27 November 2025

Some mornings begin not with a sound, but with a thought—quiet, unexpected, almost like a visitor that arrived before dawn. Today, it wasn’t an alarm or a kettle or a message. It was simply a small question in my mind: What if one gentle idea can decide the tone of the whole day?

People begin their mornings differently around the world. Some rise early with birds, some with city lights still blinking, and some only after the sun is high. But everywhere, that first thought has power. Not a big revelation—just a small nudge that says you’re allowed to begin calmly, without racing the clock.

Let today move at its own pace. Let one good thought be enough to start.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
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Date: 26 November 2025

Evening is not a time — it’s a permission.
A small, gentle permission to stop carrying the whole day on your shoulders.

Some people turn on a lamp.
Some play an old song that still remembers their youth.
Some watch the sky fade, one shade at a time.
And some, somewhere far away, sit on a balcony with the night’s first cup of warm tea.

This hour doesn’t demand energy or answers.
It asks only that you slow down enough to hear your own mind breathe.
The world outside can stay busy. Let it.
Your quiet is also important.

If today was tiring, let the evening soften the edges.
If today was good, let the peace hold it gently.
Either way, you have reached here — the soft hour.
And that is enough.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 26 November 2025

There are places where silence feels empty.
And then there is Uluru — where silence feels alive.

As the Australian sun leans toward evening, Uluru shifts its colours like a slow, ancient heartbeat. From a burnt orange to deep rust, then quietly into violet. It is a mountain that doesn’t just stand… it remembers.

To the Anangu people, this sandstone giant is not a landmark — it’s a living story. A keeper of ancestors. A place where the land itself teaches you to listen differently. Even a visitor feels that weight, that stillness, that reverence.

You don’t walk around Uluru; you walk with it.
You don’t take photographs; you take a memory.
And as dusk settles, the rock glows one last time — as if offering a blessing to every traveller, near or far.

The world moves fast, but Uluru reminds us that some things earn their beauty slowly.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
YouTube @conversewithasmile