Author: nihshabdblog

  • I Didn’t Choose One Piece… Luffy Chose Me

    I Didn’t Choose One Piece… Luffy Chose Me

    If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

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    If I could be any character from a book or film… I wouldn’t even pause for dramatic effect — it would be Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece.

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    Now here’s the funny part — I’m not even a “TV person.”

    I don’t binge. I don’t obsess. I don’t sit there going “just one more episode” at 3 a.m.

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    But then… life happened.

    Or more specifically — kids happened. 😄

    Their stubborn little revolution led me straight to One Piece… and honestly?

    I’m not even mad about it.

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    Because Luffy isn’t just a character…

    he’s a whole vibe with zero apology.

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    This man didn’t just wake up and decide—

    he’s been carrying this dream like fire since childhood… and he never once questioned it.

    ‘I’m going to be the Pirate King.’

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    No backup plan.

    No overthinking.

    No “what if I fail?”

    Just pure, unfiltered audacity.

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    And the world?

    It laughs. Questions. Doubts.

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    Luffy?

    He smiles like, “That sounds like a YOU problem.” 😌

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    His dream isn’t realistic.

    It’s not safe.

    It’s not even slightly logical.

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    It’s the kind of dream people shrink…

    but he?

    He stretches it — quite literally. 😉

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    What I love most is his madness — that beautiful, fearless fitoor.

    He doesn’t calculate life… he dives into it.

    No Excel sheets. No five-year plans.

    Just heart, instinct, and a reckless amount of belief.

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    And don’t even get me started on how he loves his people…

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    No trust issues.

    No unnecessary suspicion.

    No “seen-zoned” insecurity. 😄

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    Just one simple, powerful truth:

    “If you’re mine, I’ve got you. Always.”

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    That kind of loyalty?

    Rare. Dangerous. Beautiful.

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    And yes — let’s address the most relatable trait:

    The man is gloriously, unapologetically food-obsessed. 😂

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    Chaos? Fight? Near-death situation?

    Doesn’t matter.

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    If there’s food —

    we eat first, save the world later. Priorities.

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    Honestly… there’s something about him.

    Something that quietly whispers —

    maybe life isn’t meant to be so complicated.

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    If I were Luffy…

    I’d probably overthink less and live more.

    Fear less, feel more.

    And stop resizing my dreams to fit other people’s comfort zones.

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    And here’s the little Luffy-style message I’m taking with me —

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    Be a little unreasonable with your dreams.

    Be a little loud with your belief.

    Be a little wild with your heart.

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    Let people doubt. Let them laugh.

    It adds background music to your story. 😉

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    And when life gets too serious…

    just remember —

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    chase your dreams like a pirate…

    and never, ever skip a good meal doing it. 🍖😄

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    A cinematic sunset scene of a young pirate-inspired boy wearing a straw hat, standing by the ocean and looking toward a ship on the horizon. Warm golden light fills the sky, with the text “I Didn’t Choose One Piece… It Chose Me.” and the signature “Nihshabd” displayed.
    Some stories don’t just entertain… they stay.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • When She Exists, Even Evenings Smile

    When She Exists, Even Evenings Smile

    Uske hone se shaam khilkhilati hai,

    jaise thandi hawa dil ko chhoo jaati hai…

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    Wo aaye toh raatein bhi roshan ho jaati hain,

    aur sitare zameen par utar aate hain…

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    Kabhi wo khamoshi mein bhi kahaani likh jaati hai,

    kabhi hansi se har gham ko bhula jaati hai…

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    Na naam mein simti, na lafzon mein bandhi,

    wo ek roshni hai… jo har dil mein jagmagati hai… 🌸

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    Her presence makes the evening bloom with laughter,

    like a gentle breeze that softly touches the heart…

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    When she arrives, even the nights begin to glow,

    as if the stars have descended to the earth…

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    Sometimes she writes stories in silence,

    sometimes her smile makes every sorrow fade away…

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    Not bound by a name, nor confined in words,

    she is a light… that shines in every heart… 🌸

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Some Companionships Don’t Need Words

    Some Companionships Don’t Need Words

    What animals make the best/worst pets?

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    Some animals don’t just become pets…

    they quietly become a part of your life.

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    The best ones are not always the most perfect,

    but the ones who stay…

    without asking for much.

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    Like Kiwi. 🐾

    Not perfect, not trained,

    but somehow always there —

    in small moments, in quiet ways.

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    A dog, maybe —

    loyal in ways words can never explain.

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    Or a cat —

    silent, distant, yet somehow always around

    when you need that quiet presence.

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    And then there are some animals…

    not meant to be kept,

    not meant to be owned.

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    Because not everything that looks beautiful

    is meant to stay with us.

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    Some are better loved from a distance.♥️

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    A woman sitting by a lake at sunset, holding a Shih Tzu dog, symbolizing quiet companionship and emotional connection.
    Some bonds don’t need words… they just stay. 🐾✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • This Came Unexpected… A Sunshine Blogger Nomination 🌻

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    🌻 Sunshine Blogger Award (Nomination)

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    Sometimes recognition doesn’t arrive with noise.

    It comes quietly…

    like a soft pause in the middle of everything. ✨

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    I was recently nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award,

    and for a moment, I didn’t know how to react.

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    Not because it’s big…

    but because it felt personal.

    Like something that wasn’t just seen,

    but actually felt.

    If you’d like to know more, you can explore it here. 🌻 https://nihshabdblog.com/about/

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    💛 Thank You

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    A heartfelt thank you to Apitivi for this nomination.

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    In a space where so many voices exist,

    being read is one thing…

    but being felt — that’s different.

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    And this felt like that.

    So thank you for noticing, for pausing,

    and for finding NihshabdBlog worth sharing. 🌸

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    You can explore their blog here: [https://officialaptivi.wordpress.com/2026/03/29/aptivi-releases-the-newsroom/]

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    🌸 Answers

    1. What is your favorite phone make and model?

    A: iPhone.

    Not for the hype… just for how quietly it fits into my life.

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    No noise, no showing off — just there, doing its job.

    A lot like the kind of people I feel comfortable around.

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    Most of my thoughts live in my Notes app…

    half-written lines, things I didn’t say, things I felt too much.

    Funny how a small screen ends up knowing you better than most people.

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    2. Do you prefer minimalism when it comes to designs in general?

    A: Yes, always.

    I think I’ve grown out of “too much.”

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    I like things that don’t try to impress me.

    They just… sit there, quietly, and still make sense.

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    Minimalism feels like peace.

    Like when nothing is forced, nothing is extra —

    and somehow, that’s exactly enough.

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    3. Why did you start blogging?

    A: Because I was tired of explaining myself.

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    Writing doesn’t interrupt you.

    It doesn’t ask you to simplify what you feel.

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    You just put it out there…

    and whoever connects, connects.

    And honestly, that kind of understanding —

    without explanation — feels rare.

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    4. What is your favorite store (tech, gadgets, etc.)?

    A: I don’t have a favorite store.

    I have favorite moments.

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    Sometimes I buy things I don’t need,

    just because they felt right in that moment.

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    Later, they don’t matter as much…

    but that small feeling?

    That quiet “this makes me happy” —

    I think that’s what I really go looking for.

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    5. Are you tech-savvy or not?

    A: Not really.

    I just learn what I need to, when I need to.

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    I’m more busy trying to understand people…

    and honestly, that’s already a full-time challenge.

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    Phones come with updates.

    People come with layers.

    And I’m still figuring those out.

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    6. What is the thing that you’re most proud of?

    A: That I didn’t lose my softness.

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    Life had enough chances to make me distant…

    but I didn’t let it.

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    I still feel deeply,

    still care more than I should sometimes,

    still write things I could’ve kept inside.

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    Maybe it’s not practical…

    but it’s still me.

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    7. What’s your opinion about artificial intelligence (AI)?

    A: It’s impressive, really.

    Sometimes a little too perfect.

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    It knows what to say, how to say it…

    but it doesn’t hesitate before saying it.

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    And I think that pause matters.

    That moment where you sit with a feeling

    before turning it into words —

    that’s something you can’t automate.

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    8. What do you think about social media?

    A: It’s confusing, honestly.

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    Everyone is visible,

    but not everyone feels real.

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    Sometimes it’s inspiring,

    sometimes it feels like everyone is just performing.

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    But then you find something honest…

    a line, a thought, a feeling —

    and suddenly, it all feels a little less fake.

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    9. Have you heard of e-sports or gaming?

    A: Yes.

    People are out there winning games, leveling up.

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    And I’m here…

    trying to win against my own thoughts.

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    Some days I feel like I’ve got it.

    Other days, same thoughts — new round.

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    No scoreboard…

    but the game still matters.

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    10. What was your graduation year (college or school)?

    A: I remember the year…

    but I remember that version of me more.

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    A little simpler, a little lighter,

    and not overthinking everything.

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    Now I understand more…

    but I also carry more.

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    I guess growing up is just

    trading ease for awareness.

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    11. Do you prefer electronic shopping or physical shopping?

    A: Online shopping.

    It just feels easier… calmer.

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    No crowds, no pressure,

    no one trying to convince me to buy something I don’t need.

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    Just me, my phone, and my very questionable cart choices 😄

    And honestly…

    half the joy is waiting for that package to arrive —

    like a small surprise you gave yourself.

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    🌼 My Nominees

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    Passing this forward, quietly… to a few voices that stayed with me:

    1. Her Daily Doses

    2. My Awesome Blog

    3. Panaecea

    4. She Rose Anyway

    5. Chitrangada writes

    ..

    I’ve chosen these voices because Nihshabd has always been a space dedicated to women — their thoughts, their strength, and the stories they carry. Supporting them, in my own small way, just feels natural. 💛

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    ❓ My Questions for You

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    1. What is something small that makes you unexpectedly happy?

    2. Do you write more from feeling or from thought?

    3. What does silence mean to you?

    4. A song you never skip — and why?

    5. What is something you’ve outgrown but still carry within you?

    6. Do you believe being “soft” is a strength?

    7. What inspires you to keep creating?

    8. Are you more of a listener or a speaker?

    9. What is one feeling you find hard to explain?

    10. What makes something feel real to you?

    11. If your blog had a mood, what would it feel like?

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    ✨ Ending

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    Sunshine isn’t always loud.

    Sometimes… it’s quiet, soft, almost unnoticed..

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    And maybe that’s the kind that stays longer. 🌻

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • A Strange Habit of Caring

    A Strange Habit of Caring

    What job would you do for free?

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    “What job would you do for free?”

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    Anything that lets me make someone’s day a little easier.

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    Not in a big, dramatic, “changing lives” way—

    I don’t have that kind of energy daily 😄

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    More like…

    fixing something small,

    explaining something quickly,

    or just being there when someone is clearly struggling but pretending they’re fine.

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    I don’t even plan it.

    It just… happens.

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    I’ll be minding my own work,

    and suddenly I’m involved in someone else’s problem

    like I was personally invited.

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    Zero boundaries.

    Full participation.

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    And somehow,

    I never regret it.

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    Because the return is always the same—

    a lighter face,

    a softer voice,

    that small “oh thank God” kind of smile.

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    And I don’t know why,

    but that moment always feels… enough.

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    No achievement unlocked.

    No big credit.

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    Just a quiet feeling—

    like something went right today.

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    So yeah,

    not a specific job…

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    just this strange habit

    of not ignoring people

    when I easily could. 😄

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    Two hands gently touching in warm candlelight, symbolizing silent care and human connection.
    A quiet kind of care, felt more than spoken.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Life Practiced in Silence

    A Life Practiced in Silence

    What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

    What Olympic sports do I enjoy watching the most?

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    The honest answer is… I don’t really watch sports.

    But I deeply admire the people who do.

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    Not just for the medals,

    but for everything that happens before that moment.

    The dedication.

    The quiet hard work.

    The days when no one is watching,

    yet they keep showing up.

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    Training without immediate results,

    facing failures,

    and still choosing to try again.

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    And then one day,

    they step onto that stage…

    accept the challenge…

    and perform with everything they’ve built in silence.

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    I think that’s what stays with me.

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    Because in our own lives too,

    we are doing the same in different ways—

    trying, failing, learning… quietly.

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    And maybe the real achievement isn’t the moment

    everyone claps for…

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    but the version of you

    that didn’t give up

    when there was no one there to notice.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Maybe the Community Doesn’t Need Fixing. Maybe I Do.

    Maybe the Community Doesn’t Need Fixing. Maybe I Do.

    How would you improve your community?

    How would I improve my community?

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    By doing something slightly uncomfortable.

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    I’d stop assuming I’m always right.

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    Not a great personality trait to give up, I know.

    But most of our “community issues”

    feel less like real problems…

    and more like a collection of people

    (me included)

    who don’t pause long enough to think,

    “Maybe it’s not just them.”

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    I’ve judged people in seconds.

    Misread silences.

    And replied “hmm” to things

    that probably deserved a little more heart.

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    Efficient? Yes.

    Helpful? Not really.

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    So maybe… I’d start there.

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    I’d listen. Properly.

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    Not the kind where I nod

    while preparing my next sentence

    but the slightly uncomfortable kind

    where I don’t interrupt,

    don’t fix,

    don’t turn it into my story.

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    Just… listen.

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    I’d also retire my habit

    of building full personalities for people

    based on one moment.

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    Because apparently,

    people are not trailers.

    You don’t get the whole story in 30 seconds.

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    And kindness

    I’d stop treating it like a rare personality trait

    and start using it like a default setting.

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    No announcements.

    No “look how nice I am” energy.

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    Just…

    a softer tone,

    a delayed reaction,

    a message I choose not to send.

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    Because sometimes,

    what I don’t say

    improves things more than what I do.

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    And when I don’t understand someone

    instead of guessing, decoding, overthinking

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    I’d ask.

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    Directly. Simply. Humanly.

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    Will this fix everything?

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    No.

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    Someone will still misunderstand.

    I’ll still have off days.

    And someone will definitely still send

    “Good Morning 🌹” at 6 AM.

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    But maybe

    someone around me

    will feel less judged.

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    One conversation

    will feel a little safer.

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    One moment

    will feel… lighter.

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    And honestly,

    if my presence can do that

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    then maybe I didn’t fix the whole community…

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    but I stopped making it harder to live in.

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    And these days,

    that itself feels like a pretty good improvement. 🙂

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • We Thought We Were Coping… How We Adapted Without Even Realizing It

    We Thought We Were Coping… How We Adapted Without Even Realizing It

    How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

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    Covid didn’t just test my patience…

    it quietly turned me into a full-time everything manager 😄

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    Suddenly, I wasn’t just “mom” anymore —

    I was a teacher (online classes 📚),

    an IT support system (“Mummaaa, the internet is gone again!”),

    a chef on 24×7 demand (“Can we eat something different today?”),

    and somehow… still expected to function like a normal human.

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    And the kids were little.

    So there was no shortcut, no “manage on your own”…

    it was hands-on, all day, every day.

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    Mornings began with logins and confusion,

    switching between apps, classes, and tiny voices calling my name.

    Afternoons melted into a loop of meals, snacks, and “just something different.”

    Evenings were half work, half chaos…

    and by night, I didn’t even know what day it was.

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    It wasn’t structured.

    It wasn’t perfect.

    It was… real.

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    And along with all this… there was also a quiet, constant fear.

    The fear of losing our loved ones.

    The pain of not being able to be there in someone’s hardest moments.

    The distance, the helplessness…

    a kind of ache that words can never fully explain.

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    There were moments of complete exhaustion —

    when everything felt like too much.

    Too many roles, too much noise,

    and not a single pause.

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    But somewhere in between all this…

    something beautiful started happening.

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    We stopped trying to do everything “right”…

    and started doing everything together.

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    Classes had background interruptions,

    the kitchen had experiments (and a few disasters 🤭),

    routine had no fixed shape…

    but the house slowly filled with something warmer than perfection —

    belonging.

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    We didn’t sit and say “let’s cope.”

    We just… showed up for each other.

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    Helped where we could,

    adjusted where we had to,

    laughed when things went wrong,

    and figured it out — one messy day at a time.

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    And slowly, without even realizing…

    this is how we adapted.

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    Not by controlling everything,

    but by holding on to each other.

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    And maybe that’s the real twist

    we thought we were just managing a difficult phase…

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    but actually,

    we were building a kind of togetherness

    that normal life never gives you time for.

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    Because coping isn’t about having everything under control.

    It’s about how you stand with your people when nothing is.

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    In my case, there was no perfect system,

    no perfect balance…

    just a lot of shared effort, small joys, and silent understanding.

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    And when I look back now…

    it doesn’t feel like just a hard time.

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    It feels like a phase where life was loud, messy, unpredictable…

    but also full of togetherness.

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    And somehow, in the middle of all that chaos…

    we didn’t just get through it

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    we grew through it,

    together 🙂

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    A young child mimicking work-from-home life, standing with a laptop and headphones during the Covid lockdown, reflecting how children observed and adapted to new routines at home.
    He wasn’t just playing… he was copying Papa learning work-from-home, his own way.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd. All rights reserved.

    (This image and poem are original creations.)

  • Stillness Beyond the Mist

    Stillness Beyond the Mist

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    बादलों की नरम चादर पर

    टिकी है नज़र कहीं दूर…

    जहाँ धुंध के पार,

    शांत, स्थिर, अडिग—

    हिमालय खड़ा है भरपूर।

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    ये बादल आते-जाते हैं,

    रूप बदलते, बिखर जाते हैं…

    पर वो पर्वत—

    ना डोलता, ना थकता,

    बस अपनी जगह ठहर जाता है।

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    जैसे जीवन के ये छोटे शोर,

    उलझनें, भावनाओं के घने घेर…

    और भीतर कहीं

    एक हिमालय भी है—

    अडिग, शांत, गंभीर।

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    ऊपर से सब धुंधला-सा लगता है,

    पर सत्य कहीं खोता नहीं…

    जो स्थिर है अपने अस्तित्व में,

    वो कभी ओझल होता नहीं।

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    बादलों के पार से झांकता,

    एक मौन सा विश्वास—

    कि चाहे जितनी धुंध हो,

    अडिग रहना ही है ख़ास।

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    On a soft blanket of clouds,

    my gaze drifts far away…

    Beyond the mist,

    calm, steady, unwavering

    the Himalayas quietly stay.

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    These clouds come and go,

    shifting forms, fading apart…

    But the mountains

    they neither tremble nor tire,

    they simply stand from the start.

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    Like the noise of everyday life,

    the tangles, the emotional haze…

    And somewhere within us too,

    there lives a Himalaya

    silent, strong in its ways.

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    From above, it all seems blurred,

    yet truth is never truly gone…

    What stands firm in its being

    can never be withdrawn.

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    Peeking through the drifting clouds,

    a quiet kind of grace

    no matter how thick the fog,

    steadiness finds its place.

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    View from an airplane above soft white clouds with the distant Himalayas visible through mist, featuring the title “Stillness Beyond the Mist” and the word “Nihshabd” on a calm blue sky background.
    Somewhere between takeoff and landing… the Himalayas found me ☁️✨

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Mornings with My Boys: A Little Noise, A Lot of Love ☕✨

    Mornings with My Boys: A Little Noise, A Lot of Love ☕✨

    What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

    The First Hour (Mom of Two Boys Edition)

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    My morning doesn’t bloom… it explodes,

    With flying pillows and imaginary swords.

    Before my eyes fully open wide,

    I’m already referee in a WWE fight.

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    “Mommm!” echoes like a sacred chant,

    And peace and silence? Clearly they can’t.

    One wants this, the other wants that,

    And somehow… I’m the lost-and-found and the combat.

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    No lunchbox battles, no tiffin race,

    (Thank God for school taking that space 🙏)

    But still the chaos finds its way

    Because boys will turn calm into a full display.

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    The kettle hums its sleepy song,

    While I keep the whole house moving along.

    Water bottles, uniforms, missing things,

    And patience hanging by the thinnest strings.

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    Somewhere between “Hurry up, you’re late!”

    And “No, you can’t renegotiate fate,”

    I pause for a second, close my eyes

    And send a prayer softly to the skies.

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    “Krishna… take over, I’ve done my bit,

    Because honestly… I’m barely holding it.”

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    Then comes my favorite, gentle pause

    Coffee with him, without a cause. ☕

    No grand talks, no dramatic scene,

    Just tired smiles in the in-between.

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    A little sarcasm, a shared glance,

    A quiet, everyday kind of romance.

    Laughing at chaos like seasoned pros,

    Because this is the life we somehow chose.

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    The first hour? It’s a roller ride

    Messy outside, but magic inside.

    Loud, emotional, funny, true…

    A little bit of me, a lot of them…

    And a quiet faith that pulls me through. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕