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Date: 23/12/2025

Stone Town is in Zanzibar, off the coast of East Africa.
It doesn’t introduce itself loudly.

Doors here are older than many countries.
They don’t open in a hurry.

People walk slowly, not because they are tired,
but because history is close enough to touch.

The smell of cloves stays in the air.
So does memory.

This place has seen traders, sailors, pain, prayer, and patience.
Nothing is hidden, yet nothing is dramatized.

Residents don’t perform their past for visitors.
They simply live beside it.

Stone Town reminds you that pride doesn’t always shout.
Sometimes it just stays.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 23/12/2025

Before the phone lights up.
Before the news decides the mood.
Before someone needs an answer from you.
There is a small pocket of time that still belongs to us.
As a child, this hour passed unnoticed.
Now it feels rare.
I stood near the window today, doing nothing useful.
Just watching a stray dog stretch like the day owed him comfort.
No ambition entered the room.
No guilt followed.
That felt honest.
If you can protect even five minutes of this quiet,
you don’t need motivation for the rest of the day.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 22/12/2025

Evening arrives without instruction.
By then, the effort of the day has already been spent.
This is the hour when voices soften.
When we stop explaining ourselves.
Old memories sit beside us quietly —
not to disturb, just to be acknowledged.
Evening is honest because it doesn’t demand energy.
It allows tiredness. It allows truth.
Nothing needs fixing tonight.
Not the past. Not tomorrow.
Just sit.
Let the day close its own door.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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Date: 22/12/2025
Angkor Wat is in Cambodia, but it doesn’t feel like a destination.
It feels like something people grew around.
These stones don’t ask for admiration.
They stand there, worn, quiet, and unbothered by centuries passing.

Monks walk past without posing.
Children move through the spaces like this has always been normal — because for them, it is.
Angkor Wat is not preserved behind glass.
It breathes with the day.
You don’t leave with excitement.
You leave with a slowed heartbeat and the feeling that time doesn’t need to hurry.
Some places survive not by being protected,
but by being lived with.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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Date: 22/12/2025

I woke up today without a plan to become better.
No checklist. No inner lecture. Just the sound of water heating and a sky that hadn’t decided its colour yet.
When we were young, mornings didn’t carry weight.
We got up because the day called us, not because life pushed us.
Now mornings come with expectations.
But today, I refused them politely.
I sat still. I remembered nothing important.
And for a few minutes, that felt enough.
If your morning feels slow, don’t rush it.
If it feels empty, don’t decorate it.
Some mornings don’t want motivation.
They just want you to show up quietly.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram@rajatchandrasarmah5
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21/12/2025

This evening didn’t bring any story worth telling. No calls that changed things. No news that stayed in the mind. I ate quietly, switched off a light, and sat for a while doing nothing in particular. For a long time, I thought evenings needed to feel productive — plans made, thoughts sorted, futures imagined. Lately, I’m less convinced. Some evenings are simply meant to pass without leaving marks. The body slows down. The mind wanders and then settles. Outside, a few windows stay lit. Somewhere, someone laughs and then stops. Nothing important happens, and somehow that feels important. Not every day needs a takeaway. Some days just need an ending.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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21/12/2025

Bagan lies in central Myanmar, spread across open land where thousands of temples stand quietly, without fences or drama. This isn’t a museum arranged for visitors. People live here. Children cycle past old brick structures. Farmers work fields beside buildings that have stood for centuries. What people are proud of is not how old Bagan is, but how normal it still feels to them. The temples are not treated as distant relics. They are part of the landscape, like trees or roads. Life goes on around them without ceremony. There is no rush to modernise everything, no attempt to compete with louder destinations. Bagan survives through continuity. For the people who live nearby, that steadiness matters more than attention. History here doesn’t interrupt daily life. It simply exists alongside it.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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21/12/2025

Sunday mornings once felt like borrowed time. No urgency to prove anything. No one expected replies. The day stretched slowly, almost lazily. I remember waking up and knowing nothing important would happen — and feeling relieved about that. These days, even Sundays carry weight. Messages arrive early. Plans sneak in. Still, once in a while, the old feeling returns. When the house is quiet. When the street hasn’t fully woken up. When you sit with tea and don’t rush to fill the silence. I don’t try to recreate those mornings anymore. I just notice when they appear. Even briefly. That pause — that small gap — is enough to remind me that life doesn’t always need momentum. Sometimes it just needs permission to slow down.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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20/12/25

Evenings feel heavier than mornings.
Not because they are sad — because they carry everything you didn’t say.
By night, the body slows but the mind doesn’t.
Old conversations return.
Small regrets knock softly.
I sometimes think evenings are not meant to fix anything.
They are meant to let you sit with it.
Without judgement. Without plans.
A cup of tea.
A light on in another window.
A dog sleeping without worry.
That’s enough company for one night.
Tomorrow can wait.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam , India

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20/12/2025

Flores Island lies in eastern Indonesia, far from the noise people usually chase.
Most don’t know it by name. That’s its strength.
Here, the land feels older than ambition.
Volcanoes rise without drama. Villages move at their own pace.
The sea doesn’t perform — it simply exists.
People live close to routine: fishing, farming, fixing roofs before rain.
No hurry to impress. No urge to sell a dream.
You walk through Flores and realise something uncomfortable —
not everywhere is trying to be discovered.
Some places are content being lived in.
And maybe that’s why they stay with you longer than postcards ever do.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati , Assam , India