What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
There is a question
people ask very casually.
.
Almost playfully.
.
As if they’re tossing a pebble
into a quiet lake
and expecting
a very small ripple.
.
They never suspect
the pebble reaches the bottom.
.
The funny thing is
the question itself is simple.
.
Tiny, even.
.
Just a few harmless words
floating politely in the air.
.
But somehow
those words expect
my entire day…
my thoughts…
my strange little routines…
to stand in a neat line
and introduce themselves.
.
And that is where
things become difficult.
.
Because my days
don’t stand in neat lines.
.
They wander.
.
Some mornings begin with tea
and a thought that refuses to leave.
Some afternoons disappear
inside a sentence
that is trying to become something.
.
Sometimes I read.
Sometimes I stare at the sky
like it forgot to finish a story.
.
Sometimes I watch people
doing very important things
very quickly
for reasons
nobody seems to remember.
.
And in the middle of all this
someone eventually asks
.
“What do you do all day?”
.
Ah.
.
There it is.
.
The question.
.
The one that expects
a tidy answer.
.
Doctor.
Teacher.
Engineer.
Business.
.
Nice answers.
Respectable answers.
.
But life rarely behaves
that neatly.
.
So I smile.
.
I give a smaller answer
than the truth deserves.
.
Because the real answer
would take stories.
.
It would take wandering thoughts,
curious observations,
and a little bit of everyday magic.
.
The truth is
.
I spend my days
noticing life.
.
Collecting its quiet moments.
.
Turning them over in my mind
until they become words.
.
And honestly?
.
For something that sounds
so difficult to explain…
.
I enjoy every minute of it. ✨
.
—Rajeshwari🧿💕
© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved
That question has a curious way of appearing simple while quietly asking for something much larger than a simple answer. Many lives move in tidy categories, but others unfold in wandering observations, half-formed thoughts, and small moments that slowly become words.
The scene you created here — the quiet noticing of ordinary things — reminds us that some kinds of work are almost invisible from the outside. Yet they are often the work that gives language to life itself.
Thank you for such a thoughtful reading. I’m glad the quiet, unnoticed moments spoke to you. they often carry more life than the obvious ones.🤍✨
Rajeshwari ji,
Reading this piece felt like watching a small pebble fall into a quiet lake and slowly sink into its deepest waters. Through such a simple question , “What do you do all day?” you have beautifully revealed the subtle emotions and the unspoken inner life of a writer.
Every line reflects a mind that does not measure its days by a list of tasks, but by thoughts, quiet observations, and the gentle magic hidden in ordinary moments.
In truth, this is not merely an answer to a question; it is a humble glimpse into the soul of a sensitive creator.
A truly beautiful, intimate, and deeply thought-provoking piece that lingers in the mind long after reading.
With warm regards and respect. 🙏
Your words touched me deeply Vijay ji. It is truly heartening to know that something written so quietly could create such a thoughtful reflection in someone’s mind. Thank you for reading with such sensitivity and for sharing such generous thoughts. I’m sincerely grateful. 🙏✨
Profound post. Resonates deep.
Really appreciate your kind words. Thank you.🙏🏻🤍✨
True indeed….. Many stories…. And this cannot be explained too. If it’s a productive day, then we can tell the story with self satisfaction….. But if it’s not, the point where we have to mother is unbearable ….. She will start scolding…. You didn’t do this… You didn’t do that….. 😂 I can relate to this …😉
Haha… yes, very relatable! 😂 Especially the mother part that’s exactly when the question becomes dangerous.
I think the quiet truth behind that question is something most people never realize.
When someone asks *“What do you do all day?”* they’re usually hoping for something simple—something that fits neatly into the familiar boxes we’ve built for work, identity, and purpose. A title. A label. Something easy to understand and move on from.
But not every life moves in straight lines like that.
Some people spend their days building things you can’t easily point to—ideas, stories, observations, moments of meaning that happen in the spaces most people rush past. There’s a kind of quiet work in simply paying attention to the world. Watching how people move through it. Noticing the strange beauty in ordinary things. Letting a thought grow until it becomes something worth sharing.
And the funny part is that kind of life can look like “nothing” from the outside.
But inside, it’s full.
Full of questions, reflections, little sparks of inspiration that show up in unexpected places. A sentence forming while you sip coffee. A realization while staring at the sky. A story slowly assembling itself from pieces of everyday life.
So when someone asks that question, it’s almost impossible to give the real answer in a single sentence.
Because the truth isn’t just *what you do.*
It’s how you experience the day while you’re doing it.
And for people who live that way—thinking, observing, turning life into words—that quiet wandering isn’t wasted time at all.
It’s where the magic happens. ✨
This is beautifully put. You’ve expressed the quiet side of that question far better than I could. The things that look like “nothing” from the outside are often the moments where the real words are born. Thank you for reading it so thoughtfully.🤍✨
I love this.
Keep writing.
Thank you so much, I truly appreciate your encouragement.😊🤍✨
Fabulous!
Thank you so much Joey🤍✨
Thank you
💛
🤍✨