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  • Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Which outdated technology do you miss the most, and why?

    Which outdated technology do I miss the most?

    Outdated technology wasn’t always convenient. It tested our patience, refused to cooperate, and occasionally stopped working for no apparent reason. Yet somehow, it gave us something modern gadgets rarely do—stories worth telling.

    The correct answer is…

    Yes.

    I miss all of it.

    Please don’t make me choose. That’s like asking a grandmother which grandchild she loves the most.

    Old technology wasn’t just technology.

    It was a full-time family member.

    Why Outdated Technology Was So Memorable

    The landline had no concept of privacy.

    If your friend called, the entire household knew before you did.

    Someone would yell from another room…

    “Phone! It’s for you!”

    By the time you reached it, three people had already guessed who was calling and why.

    Then there was the TV antenna.

    One brave soul would climb onto the terrace while another stood inside giving directions that made absolutely no sense.

    “A little left!”

    “No… the OTHER left!”

    “Perfect! Don’t move!”

    The poor fellow became a human TV stand for the next two hours.

    Cassette tapes had anger issues.

    Every now and then they’d chew up your favourite song just because they could.

    And who came to the rescue?

    A pencil.

    Imagine explaining to Gen Z that a stationery item once repaired music.

    How Old Technology Taught Us Patience

    Camera rolls taught us confidence.

    You got 36 photos.

    No previews.

    No filters.

    No deleting.

    No “Let’s take one more.”

    If your eyes were closed…

    Congratulations.

    That’s your face for the next twenty years.

    The internet had a soundtrack.

    That legendary dial-up noise.

    Let It wasn’t pleasant.

    It sounded like a fax machine arguing with an alien.

    But hearing it meant adventure was about to begin…

    …unless someone picked up the landline.

    Game over.

    Life Before Smartphones Was Beautifully Imperfect

    Phone diaries were tiny books filled with numbers we actually remembered.

    Today my phone remembers everyone.

    I remember no one.

    Streaming platforms gave us thousands of movies.

    Video rental shops gave us happiness.

    There’s a difference.

    And television…

    Television knew when to go home.

    Late at night, the channel would simply end.

    No endless autoplay.

    No “Because you watched…”

    Just a polite goodnight.

    Why We Still Miss Outdated Technology

    I don’t really miss outdated technology because it was better.

    Half of it tested our patience.

    The other half stopped working whenever it felt like it.

    I miss it because it had limits.

    It forced us to wait.

    To fix things instead of replacing them.

    To laugh when they didn’t work.

    And, most importantly…

    when technology switched off…

    we switched on.

    Maybe that’s the outdated feature I miss the most.

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    Maybe we don’t miss the gadgets. Maybe we miss the life we lived around them… and the people we were because of them.

    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    What is your favorite season of year? Why?

    Winter has always been my favorite season. There is something special about warm cups of tea, cozy blankets, gentle sunshine, and those lazy mornings when getting out of bed feels like a heroic achievement. This funny and relatable winter poem is a lighthearted celebration of everything we love—and occasionally complain about—during the cold season.

    If seasons were teachers,

    summer would be that strict one
    who keeps giving homework.

    Monsoon would be the dramatic one
    who changes the mood every five minutes.

    But winter?

    Winter would be the teacher who walks in,
    puts on a movie,
    and says,

    “Let’s not work too hard today.”

    Naturally, it’s my favorite. 😌

    Winter never judges me.

    It sees me wrapped in a blanket at noon
    holding a cup of tea
    and says,

    “Honestly, that’s reasonable.”

    And I appreciate that kind of support.

    The best thing about winter
    is how it changes ordinary things.

    Tea becomes an emotion.

    A blanket becomes a lifestyle.

    And sunshine?

    Sunshine becomes a limited-edition luxury item.

    People will cross entire rooms,
    move chairs,
    and rotate themselves like sunflowers
    just to sit in one perfect patch of warmth.

    For those few minutes,
    life feels completely under control. ☀️

    Then comes the morning.

    The alarm rings.

    I open one eye.

    The room is cold.

    The blanket is warm.

    And suddenly I’m forced to choose
    between ambition and happiness.

    It’s not an easy decision.

    Winter also has a special talent.

    It can make a grown adult
    stare at a bucket of water
    and reconsider every life choice
    that brought them to that moment. 😭

    But the real problem is this—

    Winter starts out adorable.

    Cute sweaters.

    Foggy mornings.

    Hot tea.

    Cozy evenings.

    Everything feels like a scene
    from a feel-good movie.

    Then winter gets overconfident.

    One morning it wakes up and decides,

    “Let’s see how much they really love me.”

    Now the floor feels like ice.

    The water feels personally offended.

    And my teeth begin communicating
    in Morse code. 😂

    Yet somehow,

    every year,

    I fall for winter again.

    Because no other season
    makes doing absolutely nothing
    feel so productive.

    No other season
    makes a blanket feel like home.

    And no other season
    can convince me that sitting in the sun
    with a cup of tea
    is a perfectly successful day.

    So yes,

    winter is my favorite season.

    Not because it’s perfect.

    But because it understands
    that sometimes happiness is simply

    a warm cup of tea,

    a cozy blanket,

    a little sunshine,

    and absolutely no intention
    of getting out of bed. 🤭❄️☕

    Winter and I have a beautiful relationship—

    I praise it in poems,

    and it tests that love
    every morning. 😆✨

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    Perhaps that is why winter remains my favorite season year after year. It reminds us to slow down, enjoy simple comforts, and find happiness in ordinary moments. A warm drink, a cozy blanket, a patch of sunshine, and a little extra sleep can sometimes feel like life’s greatest luxuries.

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    Wrapped in words and winter sunshine,
    —Rajeshwari     ❄️🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Do you remember life before the internet?

    Life before the internet was wild honestly.

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    We used to disappear for six hours
    and nobody thought we were kidnapped.

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    People knocked on doors directly.
    DIRECTLY.
    No “hey are you home?” text.
    Just sudden human appearance.
    Terrifying times.

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    Phone numbers lived inside our brains.
    Now I forget OTPs
    while still reading them.

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    If someone used the landline too long,
    the whole family became emotionally involved.

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    And downloading?
    There was no downloading.
    Either the song came on the radio
    or destiny said no.

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    We had one computer in the house
    kept in the most public area possible
    like it was under government surveillance.

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    Google wasn’t there,
    so confident wrong answers survived for years.
    One uncle could lie peacefully forever.

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    Summer vacations felt endless then.
    We drank Rasna,
    came home before streetlights,
    and thought the moon followed our scooter.

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    Cartoons arrived once a day
    and missing them felt like heartbreak.

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    We waited for birthday cards,
    shared one earphone like it was true love,
    and rewound cassette tapes with pencils
    like unpaid interns.

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    Photos were blurry,
    candids were accidental,
    and nobody stopped eating
    to take pictures of the food first.

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    Also…
    we met people without stalking them first.
    No bio.
    No highlights.
    No “link in profile.”
    Just pure risk and bad judgment.

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    And somehow friendships felt longer,
    conversations felt slower,
    and evenings felt bigger.

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    People laughed louder,
    visited more,
    sat together without checking notifications every seven seconds,
    and love felt less performative somehow.

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    Now we have high-speed internet,
    low battery anxiety,
    three passwords forgotten daily,
    and the attention span of a confused mosquito.

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    But honestly…
    for a world with no Wi-Fi,
    it connected people surprisingly well. ✨

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    A nostalgic vintage-style scene featuring cassette tapes, a landline phone, handwritten notes, and children playing outside a sunlit window, inspired by life before the internet.
    Back when memories lived in hearts, not storage space. ✨

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Nature Is Calm… But My Imagination Is Not 😌🌿🐜

    Nature Is Calm… But My Imagination Is Not 😌🌿🐜

    Have you ever been camping?

    I genuinely love nature 🌿💚
    Like… properly love it.

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    Watching birds 🐦, butterflies 🦋, dragonflies ✨…
    it feels like the world slows down just a little for me.
    Trees 🌳, plants 🌱, flowers 🌸—all those colors 🎨💫
    like nature casually showing off… and I’m not even mad about it 😌

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    The open sky ☁️💙, the soft cricket symphony at night 🎶,
    that first deep breath of fresh air 🌬️—
    honestly, it feels like life resets for a moment 🤍

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    I could sit there for hours…
    doing nothing, thinking nothing, just being 🌿✨

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    But camping?
    No baba no 😭✋

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    Because while I’m busy admiring nature’s beauty…
    my brain is running a parallel storyline:
    “What if a tiny insect chooses your ear as its dream destination?” 🐜👂🫠

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    No warning. No permission. Just… plot twist.

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    And the funny part?
    Nothing like this has ever happened to me.
    Yet my mind is fully prepared for this extremely unnecessary documentary 😭

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    So yes, I love going out, I love nature, I love the whole vibe 🌄💛
    but when it comes to actually sleeping there…

    I suddenly become very aware of my life choices 😌

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    I’ll admire the stars ✨, smile at the silence 🤍, feel the breeze 🌬️…
    maybe even romanticize life for a solid 10 minutes 💫

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    and then quietly decide

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    some things are meant to be loved…
    from a safe distance 🏡🌿

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    because nature is peaceful…
    but my imagination?
    fully wild.

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    A serene nature scene with birds, flowers, and a calm lakeside, featuring the text “Nature is calm… but my imagination is not – Nihshabd.”
    Peace outside, chaos inside 😌

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rightsb Reserved

  • The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments

    The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments

    What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

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    The Kind of Happiness No One Talks About

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    I don’t think happiness is always loud.

    It doesn’t always look like achievements or perfect days.

    Sometimes it’s just… small things quietly working in your favor,

    and you noticing them at the right moment.

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    Here are five things that do that for me:

    1. When I don’t have to rushy

    No urgency. No pressure.

    Just doing things at my own pace

    it feels like I got my life back for a few hours.

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    2. When something I was overthinking works out normally

    No drama. No worst-case scenario.

    Just a simple, calm outcome.

    Almost disappointing… but mostly peaceful.

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    3. When I laugh at something I didn’t expect to

    A random line, a silly moment, nothing extraordinary

    but it shifts my whole mood.

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    4. When silence feels comfortable, not heavy

    No need to fill it. No need to explain anything.

    Just being… without performing.

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    5. When I realize I handled something better than before

    No announcement, no big moment —

    just a quiet “okay… I’ve grown a little.”

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    It’s strange how these moments don’t look important,

    but somehow… they are the ones that stay.

    Not loud enough to post about,

    but strong enough to carry you through the day.

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    A warm, sunlit cozy setup with tea, notebook, flowers, and soft shadows, featuring the title “The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments” and the signature “Nihshabd.”
    Soft moments, simple joys, real happiness 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

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

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

    Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.

    My ideal day starts before I do.

    The alarm rings ⏰

    I don’t wake up I accept my fate like a responsible adult 😌

    I lie in bed for exactly ten seconds thinking,

    “Today I’ll take it slow.”

    Life hears this and laughs 😂

    Not a giggle.

    A full-volume laugh.

    I get up.

    Hair looks like it had a night shift 💇‍♀️

    Face still buffering ⏳

    Energy on low battery 🪫

    Responsibility?

    Fully charged ⚡️ No power-saving mode.

    Tea comes first ☕️

    Not for taste.

    For emotional stability.

    Without tea, this day will not cooperate.

    Morning turns me into a one-woman army 💪🏻

    Cook. Clean. Plan. Sort.

    Fix things that broke overnight for no logical reason 🤷‍♀️

    Put things back where they don’t belong

    but somehow feel emotionally correct ✔️

    Somewhere between sweeping and overthinking,

    I become a gardener 👩‍🌾

    Talking to plants like coworkers:

    “Grow properly. I’m doing my part here.” 😄

    Then it hits me

    Oh yes, I’m also an Illustrator 🎨

    So I sit down to create beauty

    while life interrupts like a badly timed pop-up ad📱

    Lines here. Colours there.

    Pressure everywhere.

    Art still happens ✨ Because passion doesn’t wait for free time.

    By mid-morning,

    I’ve cooked, cleaned, created, corrected,

    and emotionally supported at least three people

    including myself 💛

    (That counts, by the way.)

    I’m not just a doctor 🩺

    I am the entire hospital 🏥

    I diagnose stress, hunger, mood swings,

    and mysterious body pains that arrive uninvited. 🤕

    I prescribe water 💧, food🍽️, patience,

    and the classic “It’s okay, it happens.”

    Then I become an engineer ⚒️,

    because appliances sense weakness.

    Wi-Fi stops working 📶

    Mixer develops attitude.

    Something always needs fixing

    and somehow, I fix it 😏

    No manual. Just instincts and mild threats.

    Afternoon arrives 🌤️

    Work still pending.

    Back slightly protesting.

    Mind asks,

    “Isn’t this enough for one day?”

    Schedule replies,

    “Cute question.” 😌

    I squeeze in self-care like it’s a secret mission.

    Five minutes of peace.

    Ten minutes of skincare.

    Thirty seconds of staring into nothing.

    Luxury at its finest 💆‍♀️

    Evenings?

    Evenings are Olympic-level multitasking 🏅

    Cooking. Managing. Creating.

    Laughing. Listening. Solving.

    Smiling like everything is under control 😊

    even when nothing is.

    Especially when nothing is.

    I joke.

    I laugh 😂

    I move fast.

    Because if I stop,

    I might realise how tired I am

    and we don’t have time for emotional breakdowns before dinner 🍽️

    Night finally shows mercy 🌙

    The house slows down.

    The noise fades.

    I sit with my tired body and busy heart and think

    “So much work.

    Still smiling 😊

    Still standing 💪🏻

    Still me.”

    My ideal day isn’t peaceful.

    It’s productive.

    It’s chaotic.

    It’s funny.

    It’s full ♥️

    We don’t wait for perfect conditions.

    We create perfect days inside imperfect ones ✨

    We are housewives.

    We do everything.

    All day.

    Every day.

    With tired feet, strong hands,

    and a smile that says

    “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” 💛

    And honestly?

    That’s my kind of ideal. 🌼