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  • A Little Chaos, A Lot of Great Stories

    A Little Chaos, A Lot of Great Stories

    Is a little chaos actually good for us?

    A little chaos keeps life wonderfully interesting. After all, the best stories are rarely planned.

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    If you ask me… absolutely!

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    In fact, I think a little chaos is one of life’s best ingredients. Too little, and life becomes predictable. Too much, and we’re calling customer care. The sweet spot lies somewhere in between.

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    Imagine a day where everything goes exactly according to plan.

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    You wake up on time.

    Every traffic signal is green.

    The queue at the supermarket disappears the moment you arrive.

    Your internet never buffers.

    Your coffee is the perfect temperature.

    Google Maps never makes a mistake.

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    Sounds wonderful…

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    For about three days.

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    After that, you’d probably start looking for adventure in the vegetable aisle.

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    The truth is, life without a little chaos would be like watching the same movie every single day. Comfortable? Yes. Memorable? Not at all.

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    I’m talking about the harmless kind of chaos.

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    The kind where you spend ten minutes looking for your glasses… only to realize they’re sitting on your head.😒

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    Or you confidently wave at someone, only to discover they were actually waving at the person behind you.🫣

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    Embarrassing?😪

    A little.

    Funny later?

    Always.😌

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    Why a Little Chaos Makes the Best Stories

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    One of my favourite unexpected moments happened soon after we shifted to a new place.

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    We had to reach somewhere important, so naturally, we trusted Google Maps with complete faith. It confidently guided us through one road… then another… then a road that looked like it hadn’t seen another car in years.

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    Still, we kept driving.

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    Because if Google sounded confident, who were we to question technology?

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    Finally, we reached our destination.😍

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    Except…

    There was no destination.

    There was only water.

    Lots and lots of water.

    No office.

    No building.

    No signboard.

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    Just us, sitting inside the car, staring into the distance, wondering if we’d accidentally signed up for a boat ride instead.

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    To make things even more interesting, there wasn’t enough space to turn the car around. Reversing the car felt like a practical exam we hadn’t prepared for.

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    And then came the line that still makes us laugh.

    In the happiest voice imaginable, Google Maps proudly announced,

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    “You have reached your destination.” 🤩

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    Excuse me…

    Which destination?

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    The fish seemed to know where they were going.

    We certainly didn’t.

    At that moment, it wasn’t funny.

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    Today?

    It’s one of our favourite family stories.

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    The Best Stories Are Never Planned

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    And that’s exactly why I believe a little chaos is good for us.

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    Our best memories rarely begin with,

    “Everything went exactly according to plan.”

    They begin with,

    “You won’t believe what happened…”

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    Those unexpected detours become dinner-table stories.

    Those tiny disasters become inside jokes.

    Those confusing moments become memories we laugh about for years.

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    Life has a funny way of teaching us that the destination isn’t always the best part of the journey. Sometimes it’s the wrong turn, the unexpected delay, or the hilarious mistake that stays with us forever.

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    If every day unfolded perfectly, what stories would we even tell?

    “I reached on time.”

    “Nothing happened.”

    “The day was normal.”

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    Well…

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    That’s not exactly the kind of story people ask you to repeat.

    So yes, I think a little chaos is actually good for us.

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    It keeps us humble.

    It keeps us flexible.

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    Most importantly, it keeps life wonderfully interesting.

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    Because years from now, we won’t remember the days when everything was perfect.

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    We’ll remember the day Google Maps confidently introduced us to a lake and declared,

    “You have reached your destination.”

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    And honestly…

    I’m grateful it did.

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    Those are the moments that turn ordinary days into unforgettable stories.

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    Now it’s your turn.

    What’s your favourite little chaos moment—the one that was stressful then but absolutely hilarious now? I’d love to read your story in the comments!

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    Until our next unexpected adventure… ✨

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    Who is your favorite blogger to follow?

    When today’s prompt asked, “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”, I smiled.

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    Have you ever noticed…

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    Some people don’t simply appear on your screen.

    They quietly become a part of your day.

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    You wait for their next post.
    You smile when their notification pops up.
    And without even realizing it…
    they become a small, beautiful habit.

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    That’s exactly how I feel.

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    Every blog I read leaves behind something precious.

    A thought.
    A smile.
    A lesson.
    A different way of seeing the world.

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    Every favorite blogger to follow has left a little piece of themselves behind—and I’ve been fortunate enough to carry those pieces with me.

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    I’ve learned so much from all of you that keeping score became impossible long ago.

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    Names were never the important part.

    The feeling was.

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    Whenever I publish something, I catch myself checking my notifications more often than I’d like to admit.

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    “I wonder who’s visiting today…”

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    And then I remind myself…

    You all have lives beyond WordPress.

    You’re not sitting there waiting for my next post.

    (Although… if you are, I promise I won’t complain. 😄)

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    But every time you stop by…

    Every time you spend a few moments reading my words…

    It feels like you’ve gifted me a tiny piece of your day.

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    That kind of kindness can’t be measured in likes, comments, or followers.

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    It’s simply felt.

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    So if today’s prompt asks,

    “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”

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    My answer is easy.

    It’s the people who remind me why I love this community.

    The ones who make me smile before I’ve even opened their post.

    The ones who have quietly become a part of my story.

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    Before you leave…

    Please know this.

    You are far more appreciated than you realize.

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    Every visit makes me smile.
    Every comment stays with me.
    Every like quietly whispers,

    “Keep writing.”

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    Thank you for being here.

    For reading.
    For encouraging.
    For inspiring.

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    And most of all…

    For turning my words into conversations,
    and this journey into something truly meaningful.

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    If you ever wondered whether you matter here…

    you do.

    More than you know.

    More than I’ve ever found the words to say.

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    Thank you for reminding me that words have the most beautiful way of bringing strangers together…

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    …until they begin to feel like home.

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    You may have come here to read my words…

    but somewhere along the way,

    you became one of the reasons
    I never stopped writing them.

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    And if, while reading this,
    you found yourself smiling…

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    please keep that smile.

    Because chances are…

    this was written with you in mind.

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    I’m grateful for each one of you.

    More than words can ever say.

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    Maybe that’s what makes this community feel so special.

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    We begin as strangers…

    and somewhere along the way,

    become a part of each other’s stories.

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    Until the next story…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?

    The biggest friendship lesson I’ve learned recently? Trust is beautiful, but blind trust can be expensive. Sometimes people leave—not because you failed, but because their chapter in your story was only meant to be that long.

    The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    One lesson has quietly changed the way I look at people.

    Apparently, not everyone who says, “Trust me,” comes with a warranty.

    Once upon a time, I believed friendship worked like Wi-Fi.
    If we connected, I stayed connected.
    No questions asked.
    No background check.
    No software updates.

    Spoiler alert:
    That version of me has now been discontinued.

    I used to think trusting someone completely was a beautiful quality.
    It still is.
    Just… not on Day One.

    Life has taught me that some people are meant to stay.
    Some are simply passing through.
    And some arrive only to leave behind a life lesson wrapped in the gift paper of disappointment.

    The funny part?

    When trust breaks, your brain suddenly turns into a full-time detective.

    “Wait… was that a red flag?”

    “Oh… so THAT’S what they meant.”

    “Wonderful. My hindsight has finally joined the conversation.”

    It hurts. Of course it does.
    Because you don’t mourn the friendship alone.
    You also mourn the version of yourself that believed it would last forever.

    But here’s the perspective that changed everything for me…

    Maybe their chapter was never meant to become your whole book.

    Some people are a paragraph.
    Some are a plot twist.
    Some are simply the editor who teaches you what you’ll never publish again.

    And then life does something unexpected.

    It quietly introduces new people.

    People who don’t make you question your worth.
    People who don’t leave you guessing.
    People who don’t heal you with grand speeches, but with consistency, kindness, and the peace they bring into your life.

    So no, a broken friendship isn’t always the ending.

    Sometimes it’s just life clearing a seat for someone better.

    Now I still trust people.

    I just let trust grow at walking speed instead of giving it a Formula One car on the very first day.

    Turns out, that’s much easier on the heart… and far less expensive for the emotional repair department.

    Keep your heart kind… just don’t skip the Terms & Conditions. 😉

    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • What Do I Do to Improve My Sleep? (Spoiler: I Don’t!)

    What Do I Do to Improve My Sleep? (Spoiler: I Don’t!)

    What do you do to improve your sleep?

    Every time someone asks how I improve my sleep, I feel slightly guilty.

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    Because apparently, I’m supposed to have a routine.

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    People brew chamomile tea, meditate, journal, switch off screens an hour before bed, spray lavender on their pillows, play rainforest sounds, and count sheep like they’re preparing for the Olympics of Sleeping.

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    Meanwhile…

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    I simply go to bed.

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    Well… almost.

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    There is one tiny obstacle.

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    My brain.

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    The same brain that has remained suspiciously quiet all day suddenly becomes the CEO of Midnight Meetings Pvt. Ltd.

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    “Remember that awkward thing you said five years ago?”

    “What if tomorrow’s conversation goes terribly wrong?”

    “Shouldn’t we also plan next month’s grocery list… right now?”

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    Seriously?

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    You’ve had sixteen waking hours to bring this up.

    Now you want a board meeting?

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    Sorry.

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    Office hours are over.

    Please send an email.

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    Most nights, I politely decline the invitation.

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    Because every extra minute spent overthinking is a minute stolen from perfectly good sleep.

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    And I refuse to let imaginary problems rob me of real rest.

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    So, touchwood, I’ve never really had to improve my sleep.

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    The moment my head finally reaches the pillow, it’s game over.

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    No lavender.

    No sleep apps.

    No breathing exercises.

    No smart gadgets congratulating me for existing.

    Just one pillow…

    …and lights out.

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    If I have one piece of bedtime advice, it’s this:

    Don’t let your brain schedule meetings after business hours.

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    Nothing productive has ever happened at 2 a.m.
    Except winning imaginary debates against people who have no idea they’re involved.

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    Sleep is free.
    Overthinking is expensive.
    I’ve decided to invest wisely.

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    Because tomorrow deserves a well-rested version of me,

    not the one who stayed awake arguing with imaginary situations.

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    So, if I have one sleep secret, it’s this…

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    I don’t chase sleep anymore. I stop chasing thoughts, switch off the day, and let my pillow do the rest.

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    Until silence finds another story…
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today | Nihshabd

    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today | Nihshabd

    Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on!

    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today. It may sound like I went on a long walk, but the truth is, those steps happened inside my mind.

    Everyone’s dropping their 5,000-step victories.

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    Meanwhile, I’m over here proudly completing 5,000 thoughts instead.

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    😄 My mind has been running a marathon all day, even if my feet haven’t moved much.

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    Some days, life asks us to slow down rather than speed up. And that’s okay. Tomorrow is another chance to lace up my shoes, step outside, and let my feet do a little of the work my mind has been doing.

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    Until then, I’m celebrating the tiny victories too because every journey starts with just one step, even if that step comes tomorrow. 🤍

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    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today reminded me that not every journey is measured by a fitness tracker. Sometimes, the longest journeys happen quietly within us.

    Celebrating the little victories with you, always.
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Let’s Borrow a Little Joy

    Let’s Borrow a Little Joy

    Come…

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    Let’s borrow
    a little happiness
    from the moon tonight.

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    Just a handful.

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    The sky
    has been saving it
    for someone
    who still remembers
    how to look up.

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    We’ll gather
    a few golden sparkles…

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    not because
    they’re rare,

    but because
    we’ve forgotten
    how often they appear.

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    Let’s slip
    a pocketful of stars
    into this little bag.

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    I’m sure
    the sky won’t mind.

    It has never
    counted its treasures.

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    And look…

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    the fireflies
    have already found us.

    Don’t chase them.

    Joy has a funny habit…

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    it always comes closer
    when we stop running after it.

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    Perhaps
    one or two
    will quietly wander
    into our little bag,

    bringing along
    their tiny lanterns
    for the days
    our hearts
    forget their own light.

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    A wandering breeze
    might join us too.

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    If it does,
    don’t stop it.

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    Some winds
    carry the scent of flowers.

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    Some carry rain.

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    And some…

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    carry the quiet courage
    to begin again.

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    Look…

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    the fog
    is slowly hiding
    the edges of the world.

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    Maybe that’s its way
    of saying…

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    “Not everything beautiful
    needs to be seen clearly.”

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    So let’s not hurry.

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    Let’s collect
    whatever the night
    is willing to share.

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    A little moonlight.

    A little wonder.

    A little impossible.

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    And just enough hope
    to make tomorrow
    feel a little kinder.

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    We’ll carry it home
    in the simplest little bag.

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    Because happiness
    has always preferred
    ordinary pockets…

    over golden boxes.

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    And if,
    by morning,

    someone asks
    where all this light
    came from…

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    let’s just smile…

    and whisper,

    “The moon was feeling generous tonight.” 🌙✨

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    Until we borrow a little more moonlight…
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Only Thing That Can Silence My Mind… Is Music. 🎶

    The Only Thing That Can Silence My Mind… Is Music. 🎶

    Some storms don’t happen outside. They happen quietly inside us. The only thing that can silence my mind is music.

    What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?

    Have you ever noticed something?

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    Negative thoughts don’t arrive with loud footsteps.

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    They quietly slip into your mind… find a comfortable corner… and before you realise it, they’ve started paying emotional rent.

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    You change your place.
    You keep yourself busy.
    You scroll.
    You cook.
    You clean.
    You tell yourself,
    “Bas… enough. I’m not thinking about this anymore.”

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    Your brain smiles.

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    “Okay… but what if we think about it one last time?”

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    One last time…
    Turns into fifty.

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    And that’s the strange thing about negative thoughts.
    The more you chase them away…
    the tighter they hold your heart.
    I’ve realised something over the years.

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    When thoughts reach the mind, logic can sometimes help.

    But when they sink into the heart…

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    logic loses.
    Advice loses.
    Distraction loses.
    Only music knows the way in.

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    A familiar song doesn’t ask what happened.
    It doesn’t judge.
    It doesn’t interrupt.
    It simply wraps itself around your heart until the noise inside begins to soften.

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    Slowly…
    the breathing becomes easier.
    The chest doesn’t feel as heavy.
    The thoughts don’t disappear overnight…
    they simply stop controlling you.
    That’s the magic of music.
    It doesn’t erase pain.

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    It creates a little space between you and your pain.
    Sometimes that tiny space is enough to breathe again.

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    So these days, when my mind starts writing stories that reality never wrote…
    I don’t argue with it anymore.
    I put on my headphones.
    Close my eyes.
    And let the music do what words never could.

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    Because some medicines aren’t found in pharmacies…
    They’re hiding inside a favourite song. ❤️🎧

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    Keep listening… sometimes music says what words cannot.

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?

    I stared at this prompt for a good five minutes, convinced my brain had simply forgotten something.

    Then it hit me.

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight. 

    That’s the only answer this prompt gave me.

    Surely there had to be something.

    Bitter gourd? Early mornings? Silence? Staying home? Folding laundry?

    Nope.

    Maybe that was the answer.

    The more I thought about it, the more I realized…

    I couldn’t answer this prompt because the things I love today are the very things I loved as a child.

    I’ve been suspiciously eighty years old since I was eight.

    As a child, I loved hiding in a quiet corner with a notebook, doodling, writing stories, humming old melodies, and creating entire worlds that existed only in my head.

    Apparently, my idea of fun has always been… unconventional.

    And some things, apparently, never left me.

    I still stop to admire butterflies in the garden.

    I still collect pretty leaves because… well, someone has to appreciate them.

    I still get embarrassingly excited when a rainbow appears, as if the sky made it just for me.

    Apparently, I’ve been delightfully easy to please my entire life.

    Some people outgrow these little joys.

    I seem to have renewed my subscription every year.

    I still get ridiculously excited by a blank page.

    I can lose track of time while making something with my hands.

    The smell of books still deserves its own perfume.

    A beautiful sky can stop me mid-sentence.

    A handwritten letter still feels more magical than a text message.

    Growing up didn’t make me fall in love with these things.

    It simply gave me permission to stop apologizing for loving them.

    Maybe that’s adulthood.

    Not discovering new passions…

    But realizing the little “boring” things you loved all along were never boring at all.

    Turns out, my younger self wasn’t strange.

    She simply knew what made her happy.

    Although…

    The more I think about it, the less certain I am.

    Was I really eighty years old when I was eight…

    Or am I still eight at heart?

    Because I still stop for butterflies.

    I still smile at rainbows.

    I still bring home pretty leaves.

    I still think clouds tell stories.

    I still believe the sky puts on a show just because someone remembered to look up.

    Maybe I’ve spent my whole life being an old soul…

    With the heart of an eight-year-old.

    And honestly?

    I hope that never changes.

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    Until the next quiet thought,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • My Gut Doesn’t Give TED Talks| A Poem About Trusting Your Gut

    My Gut Doesn’t Give TED Talks| A Poem About Trusting Your Gut

    What’s a time you followed your gut and it turned out to be exactly right?

    “What’s a time you followed your gut and it turned out to be exactly right?”

    You’d probably expect
    one dramatic story.

    A rainy evening.

    A life-changing decision.

    A perfect movie climax.

    I’m sorry to disappoint you…

    My gut doesn’t save me once in a lifetime.

    It works overtime.

    ✦ When Logic Speaks, My Heart Listens ✦

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    There is always a moment…

    Just before life quietly asks,

    “Are you sure?”

    My brain immediately begins its presentation.

    “You’re overthinking.”

    “Don’t judge too quickly.”

    “Give it another chance.”

    “What’s the worst that could happen?”

    Meanwhile…

    My gut doesn’t prepare slides.

    It doesn’t quote philosophers.

    It simply whispers,

    “Hmm… something feels off.”

    No proof.

    No screenshots.

    No eyewitnesses.

    Not even a decent explanation.

    Just an odd little feeling…

    Like my heart somehow received tomorrow’s news
    before the rest of me.

    And honestly…

    That tiny feeling has a better success rate
    than all my overthinking combined.

    ✦ The Warnings No One Else Could Hear ✦

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    I’ve met people
    who looked like sunshine…

    until they arrived carrying thunderstorms.

    I’ve almost said “yes”
    to things that looked exciting…

    until something inside me quietly said,

    “Not this one.”

    I’ve changed plans at the last minute,
    cancelled meetings,
    walked away from conversations
    without knowing why.

    Every single time…

    Life later revealed
    the chapter I had unknowingly skipped.

    The funniest part?

    People ask,

    “How did you know?”

    I didn’t.

    That’s the whole point.

    If I had evidence,
    it wouldn’t be intuition.

    It would simply be common sense.

    So yes…

    There have been times
    when I ignored that whisper.

    Those chapters weren’t tragic.

    Just… unnecessarily exhausting.

    Sleepless nights.

    Overthinking.

    Conversations I should never have had.

    Apologies I never owed.

    Peace I willingly exchanged
    for curiosity.

    Turns out…

    Curiosity may have killed the cat.

    But ignoring my gut
    nearly killed my peace.

    ✦ The Peace That Came From Listening ✦

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    These days…

    When that quiet voice arrives,

    I don’t interrogate it.

    I don’t demand logic.

    I don’t ask for references.

    Some truths
    aren’t meant to be proven.

    They’re meant to be trusted.

    Because experience has taught me
    something beautiful…

    That whisper isn’t fear.

    It isn’t negativity.

    It isn’t pessimism.

    It’s every lesson I’ve survived…

    Every heartbreak…

    Every disappointment…

    Every mistake…

    Quietly joining hands
    to say,

    “We’ve been here before.”

    “Let’s not buy another ticket.”

    So…

    What’s a time I followed my gut and it turned out to be exactly right?

    I wish I could tell you
    just one story.

    But I can’t.

    Because it wasn’t one moment.

    It was dozens of tiny moments
    that never became disasters
    simply because
    I listened.

    Maybe I’ll never know
    what I escaped.

    Maybe that’s the point.

    Not every victory
    comes with applause.

    Some arrive quietly…

    Looking exactly like
    the problems
    that never happened.

    And if there’s one voice
    I’ve learned to trust
    without asking for proof…

    It’s the one
    that speaks the softest.

    Because I’ve realized…

    My gut was never trying to predict my future.

    It was simply trying to protect my peace.

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    Trust the quiet voice. It has been rooting for you all along. 🤍

    Love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • A Smile Woven Through Silent Pain | Nihshabd

    A Smile Woven Through Silent Pain | Nihshabd

    लबों पर मुस्कान सजा ली, आँखों को ख़ामोश रहने दिया,
    हर दर्द को लफ़्ज़ न मिले… कुछ ज़ख्मों को बस जीने दिया।

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    जो बिखरा था, उसे समेटने में कई मौसम गुज़र गए,
    अब ख़ुद से मिलने लगे हैं… तो लोग कहते हैं, बदल गए।

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    अब कोई ग़म दस्तक भी दे, तो मुस्कुराकर दर खोलते हैं,
    कुछ दर्द मेहमान नहीं होते… उम्रभर साथ ही चलते हैं।

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    चेहरे पर जो सुकून दिखता है, वो यूँ ही नहीं आया है,
    बहुत कुछ ख़ामोशी से खोया है… तब जाकर ख़ुद को पाया है।

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    अब आँसू कम और दुआएँ ज़्यादा निकलती हैं,
    शायद टूटे हुए दिल ही… सबसे ख़ूबसूरत दुआ करते हैं।

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    मुस्कुराना अब आदत नहीं, रूह की तहज़ीब बन गया है,
    जो दर्द कभी मेरी पहचान था… आज वही मेरा नसीब नहीं, मेरा सबक़ बन गया है।

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    I taught my lips to smile,
So my eyes wouldn’t have to explain.
Not every wound asks for a voice…
Some are meant to be carried in silence.

    It took a lifetime of quiet storms
To gather the pieces of who I was.
Now that I’ve found my way back to myself,
The world simply calls it change.

    Grief still visits from time to time,
But it no longer feels like a stranger.
Some sorrows never leave your heart…
They simply learn to breathe more gently.

    If you see peace upon my face,
Know that it wasn’t gifted to me.
It was stitched together
From every goodbye I survived in silence.

    My eyes have forgotten how to plead,
My heart has remembered how to pray.
Perhaps only those who have been broken
Learn to bless without asking for anything in return.

    A smile is no longer an expression I wear.
It is the grace I chose over bitterness.
The pain that once wrote my story
Now merely turns its pages.

    Because healing isn’t the absence of pain…
    It’s the quiet courage to carry it beautifully.     🤍

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    कुछ एहसास कहे नहीं जाते…बस लिखे जाते हैं।

    शब्दों में शब्‍द — निःशब्द
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari