bhaskar saikia

There’s something magical about a lazy afternoon—when time slows, the world exhales, and a golden stillness settles over everything. It’s a moment untouched by urgency, where even the clock seems to pause, basking in the warmth of the sun.

Underneath the sprawling branches of a banyan tree, where the sunlight filters through in dappled patterns, the air is heavy with the scent of earth and leaves. The heat of the day hums in the distance, yet here, in the gentle shade, there is an oasis of coolness. A soft breeze stirs, barely enough to move the dust, but just enough to remind you of its presence.

Somewhere, far away, a melody drifts—perhaps a song carried from a radio, or the tune of a flute played by unseen hands. It floats effortlessly, as if the afternoon itself is humming in contentment.

In this moment, everything feels perfectly composed, as if nature has orchestrated a grand symphony of silence, warmth, and peace.

There’s no rush. No noise. No demands. Just the quiet bliss of being.

Lazy afternoons like these remind us of the beauty in stillness.

In a world constantly pushing forward, sometimes the most profound moments are the ones where we simply pause—where we let time move like a slow river, carrying us gently with it.

Perhaps that’s why these afternoons stay with us, etched in memory. Not because they were grand or eventful, but because they gave us space to just be.

And sometimes, that’s all we truly need.