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  • अनकहे एहसास 🌙✨

    अनकहे एहसास 🌙✨

    मैं साँझ लिखूँ, तुम उसे एक एहसास समझ लेना,
    मेरी खामोशी को भी दिल की आवाज़ समझ लेना।
    हर बात लफ़्ज़ों से कहना ज़रूरी तो नहीं होता,
    मेरी आँखों में छुपी हर बात को अंदाज़ समझ लेना।

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    जो दूर रहकर भी दिल के करीब रहते हैं,
    उन रिश्तों को तुम एक खूबसूरत राज़ समझ लेना।
    कभी मौसम बदलें, कभी रास्ते बदल जाएँ,
    पर जो दिल में बसे रहें, उन्हें अपना आज समझ लेना।

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    मैं चाँद लिखूँ, तुम उसे कोई अधूरी कहानी समझ लेना,
    मेरी हर दुआ में छुपी तुम्हारी निशानी समझ लेना।
    वक़्त की धूल से कुछ यादें धुंधली हो जाएँ अगर,
    दिल में बची मुस्कान को मेरी सौगात समझ लेना।

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    Unspoken Feelings 🌙✨

    I write of twilight, you understand it as a feeling,
    I write of my silence, you hear the voice of my heart.
    Not every emotion needs to be expressed in words,
    Understand the stories hidden in my eyes through their quiet expressions.

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    Those who remain close to the heart even from afar,
    Let those bonds be cherished as a beautiful secret.
    Seasons may change, and paths may turn different,
    But those who live in the heart remain a part of our today.

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    I write of the moon, you see it as an unfinished story,
    I write of my prayers, you find your presence hidden within them.
    If time ever covers some memories with dust,
    Hold on to the smile left behind as my precious gift. ❤️

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    Until the next whisper,

    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

    I Wouldn’t Relive a Single Day From My Past… And Here’s Why

    If I ever got a magical time machine, I think I would politely return the ticket. 😄

    Not because my past wasn’t beautiful…
    It was.

    There are days I still visit in my memories — the laughter, the people, the little moments, the innocent happiness, the silly conversations that felt so ordinary back then but feel priceless today.

    But would I go back and live them again?

    No.

    Because some moments are like a perfect handwritten letter. Their beauty lies in the fact that they happened once. Open the same letter again and again, and the words may remain the same… but the feeling of receiving it for the first time can never return.

    And honestly, imagine going back and disturbing the timeline! 😄
    Who knows… maybe my younger self would look at me and say, “Excuse me, who are you and why do you know so much about my future?” 😂

    The past gave me memories, lessons, scars, smiles, and a version of myself that helped me become who I am today.

    The beautiful days should remain beautiful.
    The painful days should remain lessons.
    The people, the emotions, the laughter, the tears — everything belongs exactly where it happened.

    I don’t want to relive my past.

    I want to thank it.

    Because some chapters are so perfect that they don’t need a rewrite… they only need a place in our hearts. ❤️

    And maybe that is the magic of memories — they allow us to visit yesterday without ever having to leave today. ✨

    Those moments are not waiting for me in the past… they are living quietly within me.
    In my thoughts, my choices, my kindness, and the way I see the world today.
    Maybe that is the most beautiful way memories stay alive — by becoming a part of us.

    What do you think? Are some memories more beautiful when we simply hold them close to our hearts, instead of trying to experience them again?

    I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. ✨

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

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    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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    READ MORE : Childhood Memories I Had Forgotten

  • Loneliness in a Busy Life: My Calendar Is Full, But…

    Loneliness in a Busy Life: My Calendar Is Full, But…

    My Calendar Is Full, But…

    Loneliness in a busy life is a strange thing.
    My calendar is full.

    Not just full… it looks like it has a personal grudge against me. 😂

    Meetings, responsibilities, errands, messages, reminders, appointments, and those endless “small things” that somehow take half the day.

    My phone keeps reminding me:
    “Don’t forget this.”
    “Don’t miss that.”
    “Your storage is almost full.”

    Funny, isn’t it?

    Even my phone knows I am overloaded… but my heart doesn’t have a notification saying, “Hey, you need a little attention too.”

    We live in a world where being busy has almost become a personality trait.

    “How are you?”

    “Busy.”

    And somehow, that one word has replaced every emotion — happy, tired, confused, overwhelmed, lonely… everything.

    We proudly announce our packed schedules as if an empty calendar means an empty life.

    But sometimes I wonder…

    What if the busiest people are also the ones secretly waiting for someone to ask:

    “Not your work. Not your responsibilities. How are you really?”

    The strange thing about loneliness in a busy life is this:

    We have hundreds of contacts saved in our phones…

    but sometimes finding one person to say,
    “I had a difficult day,”

    feels like searching for a missing treasure map. 🗺️

    We attend gatherings, reply to messages, like posts, share jokes…

    yet there are moments when we feel alone in a room full of people.

    Because loneliness is not always about having nobody around.

    Sometimes loneliness is having nobody with whom you can remove your invisible mask.

    And maybe the answer is not always finding more people.

    Maybe sometimes it is slowing down enough to hear our own thoughts.

    To enjoy a quiet cup of coffee.

    To listen to an old song.

    To take a walk without checking notifications every two minutes.

    To sit with ourselves without feeling the need to “achieve” something.

    Because perhaps the person we have been ignoring the most…

    is the one who has been waiting patiently for our time all along.

    Ourselves. 🦋🤍

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

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    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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    My Ideal Day: A Full-Time Woman With Absolutely No Off Days

  • The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    What’s the last movie that made you cry?

    The last movie that made me cry? Hmm… I wish I had a dramatic movie name to share here. 😂 But the truth is, I rarely give movies enough time to reach that emotional moment.

    My Complicated Relationship With Movies 😂

    My relationship with movies is a little complicated. I start a movie with full excitement, popcorn in hand (okay, sometimes only imaginary popcorn 😄), and after 5–10 minutes my attention politely walks out of the room. Sometimes I feel even my TV knows me well enough to switch off itself.

    My Real Netflix Is WordPress and Jetpack

    I’m not really a movie marathon person. These days, my real “Netflix” is WordPress and Jetpack. 😄 I spend my time reading people’s blogs, discovering their stories, knowing about their journeys, and getting lost in the beautiful world of words.

    Honestly, there is something magical about reading a stranger’s thoughts and slowly knowing the person behind those words. Every blog feels like opening a small window into someone’s world.

    Pinterest, Illustrations, and Endless Inspiration

    And when I’m not reading blogs, you’ll probably find me wandering around Pinterest — collecting art inspirations, creating imaginary mood boards, saving beautiful illustrations, and convincing myself that “one more idea” won’t hurt. (Spoiler: it always does. My saved folder strongly disagrees. 😂)

    When My Own Creations Make Me Emotional

    Sometimes my own illustrations make me emotional. Not because they are that extraordinary (okay, let me pretend for a second 😜), but because there is a strange joy in looking at something and thinking, “Wow… this came from my imagination and my hands.” 😂

    Maybe it’s the creator in me, but seeing a blank page turn into something meaningful feels like a tiny miracle every time.

    So, the last movie that made me cry? I honestly don’t remember. But a heartfelt blog, a beautiful illustration, an old song, or a simple story from someone’s life can still stop me for a moment.

    The Real-Life Comedy Drama That Made Me Cry 😋

    And finally, when all these things are not enough to keep me entertained, I have one more source of unlimited drama… my husband. 😋

    I go to him with random thoughts, unnecessary discussions, and my never-ending list of things to share. I keep disturbing him so professionally that sometimes he runs out of patience and I get a well-deserved scolding. 😂

    And guess what? That is when I actually cry. 😭😄

    So technically, the last “movie” that made me cry wasn’t a movie at all. It was a live-action comedy-drama starring me and my husband — no tickets required, daily episodes available, and the main character (me) still hasn’t learned her lesson. 😂

    Maybe I’m not a movie person… maybe I’m a little more of a story-hunter, idea-collector, creator, and occasionally a professional husband-annoyer. ✨🦋😂

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    Until the Next Whisper 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

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    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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  • Women and the Invisible Walls Built Around Their Dreams

    Women and the Invisible Walls Built Around Their Dreams

    If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?

    The Invisible Walls Built Around Women’s Dreams

    If I could erase one event from history, I would erase the moment when society first began limiting women and their dreams…

    I would not erase a war.

    Not a battle.
    Not a revolution.
    Not a name carved in gold on the pages of history.

    I would erase a moment that looked so small,
    so ordinary,
    that nobody thought it was worth remembering…

    Yet it changed the lives of millions.

    The moment someone looked at a little girl holding a dream in her heart and said—

    “You are a girl. This is not for you.”

    Just a few words.

    But some words are not just words…

    They become walls.

    Invisible walls.

    Walls built with fear.
    Walls built with expectations.
    Walls built with a question asked before every dream:

    “Can she really do it?”

    The Silent Rules Written for Women

    For generations, women have heard those walls speak:

    “Girls don’t do this.”
    “This is too difficult for you.”
    “It’s not safe.”
    “Why do you want to go so far?”

    And the irony?

    The same world that tells women,
    “The sky has no limits,”

    often tries to decide how high they are allowed to fly.

    We teach women how to be careful,
    but forget to teach the world how to be responsible.

    We tell them to be brave,
    but then create a world where their bravery is constantly tested.

    And when someone says,

    “It’s not safe for women,”

    a question remains unanswered…

    Why are we asking women to make their dreams smaller instead of making the world safer?

    Why should a woman’s freedom be limited because society refuses to remove the obstacles in her path?

    Women Were Never the Limitation

    Maybe history’s biggest mistake was never that women lacked talent, courage, or dreams.

    The mistake was believing that women needed permission to prove their worth.

    Because every woman who dared to create, discover, lead, explore, and rise was not fighting her own weakness…

    She was fighting a belief that was handed to her before she even learned to speak.

    A belief that said:

    “Your dreams need approval.”

    But dreams were never meant to ask for permission.

    If I could erase one moment from history,
    I would erase the day the world confused being a woman with being less capable.

    Because a woman was never the limitation.

    She was never the problem.

    She was never the wall.

    The wall was built by a mindset that refused to see her possibilities.

    And maybe the greatest change in history will come when we stop asking:

    “Can women do it?”

    And finally start asking:

    “Why did we ever doubt that they could?” ✨

    What do you think?

    If you could erase one moment from history, would you erase a war, a tragedy, or perhaps a quiet moment that changed the way generations thought?

    I would love to know your perspective. 🦋✨

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🦋💕
    —Rajeshwari

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    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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    For Every Woman Who Forgot Her Spark✨

  • Conspiracy Theories: What If There’s More Than We See?

    Conspiracy Theories: What If There’s More Than We See?

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable?
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    What If There’s More Than What We See?

    Today’s prompt made me pause and think. After spending time reflecting on it, I realised that conspiracy theories are not just about believing or rejecting an idea; they are also about curiosity, mysteries, and the human desire to uncover hidden possibilities.

    Have you ever looked at the night sky and wondered…

    How many secrets are still hidden from us?
    How many stories are waiting to be discovered?
    How many mysteries exist beyond what our eyes can see?

    The universe has always been a beautiful mystery.

    The more we learn about it, the more we realise how little we actually know. From galaxies millions of light years away to the deepest oceans on our own planet, nature has wrapped countless secrets within itself.

    But the most fascinating thing is…

    Humans have created their own mysteries too.

    Hidden stories, unexplained events, strange coincidences, unanswered questions — some real, some imagined, and some somewhere in between.

    And this is where conspiracy theories enter the picture.

    They have a strange charm of their own.

    Not always because they are true, but because they make us curious. They make us look beyond the obvious, question assumptions, and explore different possibilities.

    I don’t believe everything I read.

    But I love knowing about them.

    Because curiosity and acceptance are two completely different things.

    Sometimes we see a situation and create our own explanation. We connect the dots and think, “Maybe this happened because of this…”

    And then, when we discover the other side of the story, we realise…

    “Wait… the truth was completely different!”

    And that is what makes mysteries so fascinating.

    Every mystery feels like an old locked box.

    You open one layer, and there is another hidden beneath it. You uncover one clue, and suddenly ten more questions appear.

    The beauty is not always in finding the final answer.

    Sometimes, the real magic lies in the journey of searching — exploring, wondering, and discovering possibilities.

    Of course, some conspiracy theories are so dramatic that even a filmmaker might say, “A little too much imagination!” 😄

    But whether we believe them or not, they remind us of one beautiful truth:

    There is still so much left to discover.

    Maybe the greatest mystery is not only what is hidden in the universe…

    Maybe it is our own endless curiosity to keep searching.

    So tell me…

    What is one mystery or conspiracy theory that you find fascinating, even if you don’t completely believe it?

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🧿💕
    — Rajeshwari

    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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    READ MORE : what would your future self say 🦋

  • The Secret Garden Women Discover After 40 🦋

    The Secret Garden Women Discover After 40 🦋

    The Beautiful Secret Women Discover After 40

    Have you noticed something strange about women after 40?

    They start becoming suspiciously happy. 😄

    Not the loud, “Look at me, I have finally figured out life” kind of happiness.

    Something softer.

    A smile while holding a warm cup of coffee.
    A little excitement after buying flowers for no special reason.
    A sudden love for old songs that bring back memories hidden somewhere between yesterday and today.

    And you quietly wonder…

    “What happened to her?”

    Did she find some secret treasure?

    Did someone finally hand her a magical instruction manual called “How to stop overthinking everything”? 😄

    Or did she discover something much more precious?

    Herself.

    Because that is the beautiful secret many women after 40 slowly discover — happiness was never missing. It was simply waiting for her to notice it.

    The Beautiful Shift Women After 40 Experience

    For many years, a woman’s life is beautifully crowded.

    She is the daughter who remembers family stories.

    The partner who supports dreams.

    The mother who knows exactly where everything is kept — including things that disappeared only five minutes ago. 😄

    Honestly, a woman’s memory deserves a special award.

    She may forget why she entered a room…

    but she will remember that someone mentioned six months ago that they liked a particular snack.

    That is not memory.

    That is a premium subscription to the family’s internal database. 😄

    But somewhere between caring for everyone, solving problems, and keeping life moving smoothly, she sometimes places herself on a “later” list.

    Later, I will rest.

    Later, I will do something I love.

    Later, I will spend time with myself.

    And then comes a beautiful little shift.

    One day she asks:

    “Why is my happiness always waiting for later?”

    That is the moment something changes.

    She starts understanding that taking care of herself is not selfish.

    It is necessary.

    She does not need a special occasion to wear her favourite outfit.

    She does not need permission to sit quietly with her thoughts.

    She does not need a reason to enjoy a peaceful morning.

    After years of being everyone’s safe place, she finally creates a safe place within herself.

    The Little Joys Women After 40 Finally Discover

    Women after 40 begin to notice magic in ordinary things.

    A quiet cup of tea is no longer just tea.

    It is a tiny pause button in a busy world.

    A walk alone is not loneliness.

    It is a conversation with herself.

    An old song is not just music.

    It is a letter from the younger version of her saying:

    “Look, I am still here.” ❤️

    And the funniest part?

    The world thinks she has changed.

    But actually, she has just stopped carrying unnecessary noise.

    The woman who once worried about every opinion now looks at unnecessary drama and thinks:

    “Very interesting… but I have tea waiting.” 😄

    She still loves deeply.

    She still cares.

    She still remembers everyone’s needs.

    But now, somewhere in that long list of people she takes care of…

    her own name finally appears.

    Maybe that is the real magic of women after 40.

    They do not lose their sparkle.

    They stop hiding it.

    They become like a garden that was quietly blooming all along — with butterflies, little fireflies, forgotten dreams, and colours waiting to be noticed.

    And one day, she sits in that garden and realizes:

    She was never lost.

    She was simply busy helping everyone else find their way.

    Now, she has finally found hers.

    And here comes a curious question…When Did the Butterfly Finally Open Its Wings? 🦋

    Do men also experience this beautiful transformation after 40?

    Maybe they do.

    Maybe their happiness simply has a different address. 😄

    Maybe it is finding the perfect chair for their favourite corner.

    Maybe it is spending hours happily fixing something that was working perfectly fine.

    Maybe it is talking about their favourite hobby with the excitement of a scientist presenting a groundbreaking discovery.

    Who knows?

    Perhaps after 40, everyone discovers their own little garden.

    Because growing older is not about becoming someone new.

    It is about finally meeting the person who was quietly waiting inside us all along.

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🦋💕
    —Rajeshwari

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    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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    READ MORE :The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

  • Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you deal with uncertainty?
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    How Do I Deal With Uncertainty? I Don’t. We Just Coexist.

    Uncertainty is that one guest who never announces her arrival.

    She simply walks in, makes herself comfortable on your sofa and asks, “So, what are we worrying about today?”

    And unfortunately, I am very hospitable.

    I let her stay.

    Sometimes, I even serve her tea.

    Because if there is one thing I have learned about life, it is this:

    You can make all the plans you want. Life will still reserve the right to say, “Nice plan. Let’s do something completely different.”

    Uncertainty and My Overactive Brain

    I don’t deal with uncertainty particularly well.

    I overthink it professionally.

    Give me one uncertain situation and my brain will produce fifteen possible outcomes before I have even finished my morning coffee.

    “What if this happens?”

    “What if that doesn’t happen?”

    “What if I make the wrong decision?”

    “What if I make the right decision and something still goes wrong?”

    And my personal favourite:

    “What if something happens that I haven’t even thought of yet?”

    At that point, even my brain needs a holiday.

    Then comes the planning.

    Plan A.

    Plan B.

    Plan C.

    And, because apparently I enjoy suffering, a backup plan for Plan C.

    I sometimes wish life came with a user manual.

    Chapter 1: What Is Happening?

    Chapter 2: Why Is It Happening?

    Chapter 3: Relax. You Are Going To Be Fine.

    Sadly, life prefers suspense.

    No spoilers.

    No previews.

    Just coming soon.

    Uncertainty: I’d Like Some Answers, Please

    The funny thing is, I have worried about so many things that never happened.

    And I have faced things I never saw coming.

    Some were difficult.

    Some were painful.

    Some completely rearranged my plans.

    And yet, somehow, I figured them out.

    Not always gracefully.

    Sometimes I cried.

    Sometimes I complained.

    Sometimes I ate something I didn’t need and called it emotional support.

    But I got through them.

    And that has changed how I look at uncertainty.

    I still like knowing what is going to happen.

    Of course I do.

    I would happily accept a five-year forecast from the universe, preferably with dates, footnotes and a convenient FAQ section.

    But I’m slowly learning that uncertainty is not always a warning.

    Sometimes it is simply an unopened door.

    And maybe I don’t need to know what is behind it before I take the next step.

    So, How Do I Deal With Uncertainty?

    I make my plans.

    I do what I can.

    I worry a little.

    Okay… sometimes more than a little.

    Then I remind myself that I have survived every unexpected chapter so far.

    Every “What now?”

    Every “I didn’t see this coming.”

    Every “This was definitely not part of the plan.”

    And maybe that is what growing older teaches us.

    Not that we finally know everything.

    But that we trust ourselves a little more when we don’t.

    So, I don’t really have a perfect formula for dealing with uncertainty.

    I just take the next step.

    And then the next.

    And when tomorrow refuses to reveal its plans?

    Fine.

    Let it keep its secrets.

    Because tomorrow doesn’t know what I’m bringing either. 😉

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Apparently, I Never Became an Adult

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Honestly?

    I am still waiting for that moment.

    I have looked around. I have checked my age. I have done all the things supposedly responsible adults do.

    And yet, somehow, nobody around me seems to have received the memo that I am an adult.

    My mother still gives me advice.

    My brother still gives me advice.

    My husband gives me advice.

    My in-laws give me advice.

    And now, to add insult to adulthood, my children give me advice too.

    They have clearly watched everyone else doing it and thought, “Why should we miss out on this family tradition?”

    Sometimes I genuinely feel my children think I am younger than them.

    The way they advise me, explain things to me, remind me of things, and occasionally look at me as if I am the one who needs supervision… I have started wondering if I am actually the youngest member of this family.

    At this point, I am beginning to suspect that adulthood is a scam.

    The funniest part?

    Nobody even wants my advice.

    I can give it, of course. I am fully qualified. I have experience. I have wisdom. I have made mistakes. I have learned lessons.

    But apparently, my family has unanimously decided that my advice is an optional feature nobody needs to activate.

    Meanwhile, their advice arrives freely.

    Without invitation.

    Without subscription.

    And sometimes before I have even finished explaining the problem.

    “Be careful.”

    “Think about it.”

    “Don’t do that.”

    “Why don’t you…”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Take this.”

    “Have you eaten?”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

    Excuse me?

    I am an adult!

    At least, technically.

    But then I have to admit something.

    I am actually very lucky.

    Because behind every piece of unwanted advice is someone who cares enough to worry about me.

    Behind every “Don’t do that” is someone who doesn’t want me to get hurt.

    Behind every “Take care” is someone quietly keeping an eye on my happiness.

    And the most embarrassing part?

    I often get things before I even ask for them.

    Sometimes before I even realise I need them.

    So perhaps this isn’t about them not accepting that I have grown up.

    Perhaps they simply haven’t stopped loving me like the girl they have always wanted to protect.

    And maybe they don’t really want me to become completely independent of their love.

    Which brings me to my very important conclusion:

    I have decided not to become an adult.

    Why should I?

    I have people who carry my worries, listen to my nonsense, tolerate my tantrums, give me unsolicited advice, and somehow still love me after all of it.

    My adulthood can wait.

    My teenage privileges are clearly still active.

    And frankly, I am enjoying the benefits.

    So, if you ask me when I realised I was officially an adult…

    I didn’t.

    And I don’t think I ever will.

    Because apparently, the people who love me most are doing an excellent job of making sure I never have to.

    And you know what?

    I am perfectly okay with that.

    P.S.

    This is based on a real-life situation.

    And yes, I am still being pampered.

    At this point, adulthood has knocked on my door several times.

    My family simply refuses to let me answer it. 😄

    So, when did you realise you were officially an adult? 😄

    Was it a serious life decision, paying your first bill, giving advice nobody asked for… or are you, like me, still waiting for adulthood to arrive? 😂

    Tell me your moment! 🤍

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • वो ख़्वाब, जिसमें हम आज़ाद हैं | Independence Day Poem 🇮🇳

    वो ख़्वाब, जिसमें हम आज़ाद हैं | Independence Day Poem 🇮🇳

    पंद्रह अगस्त 🇮🇳

    आज सुबह
    तिरंगा देखा तो जाने क्यों
    दिल ने ज़रा धीरे से धड़कना शुरू किया…

    शायद उसे याद था—
    ये रंग यूँ ही नहीं मिले हमें।

    केसरिया में
    किसी का साहस है,
    सफ़ेद में
    किसी का सपना,
    हरे में
    इस मिट्टी की हँसती हुई उम्मीद।

    और बीच में घूमता अशोक चक्र—
    जैसे कह रहा हो,
    चलते रहो…
ये देश अभी और खूबसूरत होना है।

    आज कोई उदासी नहीं,
    आज आँखें नम हों तो भी
    होंठ मुस्कुराएँगे।

    क्योंकि आज
    हम सिर्फ़ आज़ादी का दिन नहीं मना रहे—
    आज हम उस ख़्वाब में जी रहे हैं
जो कभी किसी ने
हमारे लिए देखा था।

    तिरंगा लहरता रहे…
    हम यूँ ही मुस्कुराते रहें…
    और भारत—
    हमारे भीतर
    यूँ ही धड़कता रहे। ❤️🇮🇳

    जय हिन्द।

    The Dream We Live Free In 🇮🇳

    This morning,
    I saw the tricolour
    and somehow,
    my heart began to beat a little softer…

    Perhaps it remembered—
    these colours
    were never given to us freely.

    Saffron carries
    someone’s courage,
    white carries
    someone’s dream,
    and green carries
    the laughter and hope
    of this beloved soil.

    And the Ashoka Chakra turns in between,
    as if whispering—

    Keep moving…
there is still so much beauty
for this country to become.

    Today,
    even if our eyes fill with tears,
    our lips will smile.

    Because today
    we are not merely celebrating freedom—
    we are living inside a dream
someone once dared to dream
for us.

    Let the tricolour keep rising,
    let us keep smiling,
    and may India—
    always, always
    keep beating within us. ❤️🇮🇳

    Jai Hind.

    .

    Until the next whisper, 🤍
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕