bhaskar saikia

the Galactic Nomad

dawn

  • The Restless Mind

    There are days when the mind feels like a tireless traveler, wandering through endless corridors of thought. It calculates, predicts, creates, cultivates. It learns and teaches, smiles and cries, relives memories, and wrestles with agonies. Even in moments of quiet, it hums with the weight of its own restlessness, a ceaseless engine that never truly Continue reading

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  • The Gift of Breaking Dawn

    There’s a certain magic that only early mornings carry. When the world is still draped in silence, and the first golden rays touch the earth, something shifts within. The sky slowly sheds its darkness. The birds begin their songs. The air feels lighter, and the mind—often burdened by the noise of yesterday or the worry Continue reading

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