Category: Musings and Me

  • Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

    The oldest thing I’m wearing today
    is the way I still fall in love with tiny things. 🌸

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    Tiny joys.
    Tiny moments.
    Tiny unnecessary happiness that serves absolutely no purpose except making life feel softer.

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    I still look at the moon like she personally came to visit me.
    I still pause for orange skies, old songs playing from another room, cold pillows, and the smell of books I had no intention of buying.

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    Some people became cooler with age.
    I became the kind of person who whispers “the sky looks so pretty today” like it’s confidential information.🫣

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    I still listen to songs older than me like they’re personal memories.
    I still open cupboards just to touch my mother’s old sarees sometimes
    soft with time, carrying the quiet fragrance of another generation.
    And somehow, certain fabrics don’t just hold threads,
    they hold festivals, old conversations, familiar laughter, entire versions of home.

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    And honestly, I think that’s the oldest part of me.

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    Not my habits.
    Not my memories.
    Not even the emotional damage carefully marinated over the years.

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    Just this stubborn little ability to be delighted by life.

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    And truthfully, I wasn’t always like this.
    There was a time I thought happiness had to arrive loudly
    as achievements, big moments, big plans, big miracles.

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    But the last few years quietly taught me otherwise.

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    Now I think life mostly happens in smaller ways.

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    In warm tea.
    In window seats.
    In hearing your favorite song unexpectedly.
    In someone remembering how you take your chai.☕️
    In old songs drifting through another room while the evening slowly settles around you.

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    Maybe growing up was never supposed to mean becoming less amazed.✨
    Maybe the real tragedy is how many people stopped noticing the softness around them.

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    Meanwhile, I’m still out here treating fairy lights like a spiritual experience and old sarees like heirlooms from another universe.

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    And frankly?
    I hope that part of me never ages. ✨
    Someone has to keep reacting to flowers and clouds like they’re celebrity sightings. ☺️

    Warm nostalgic artwork with old sarees, books, tea, and the title Some Things Refuse to Age ✨
    Some softness never really leaves us. 🌸

    With Love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Places I’ll Never Visit?… Plot Twist: None 😌✨

    Places I’ll Never Visit?… Plot Twist: None 😌✨

    What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

    Honestly… I don’t think there’s any place in the world I never want to visit.

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    Plot twist, right? 😏

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    Because the places I’ve already been to…
    even if everything wasn’t perfect — the memories still are.
    And the places I haven’t seen yet?
    I’m way too excited about them to reject them already 🌍✨

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    But here’s the real tea ☕️

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    We humans have this very special talent…
    of taking one tiny incident,
    zooming into it like a microscope 🔍
    and then carrying it in our hearts like lifetime luggage 🧳

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    (I was CEO of this habit, by the way 👀)

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    I used to hold on…
    overthink…
    stay quiet so no one else feels bad…
    and somehow end up being the only one feeling bad 🤡

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    Because obviously,
    people will still complain…
    no matter how gently you try to exist.

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    But then life (okay… let’s be honest — my Krishna 🪈💛)
    slowly made me understand something simple:

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    My job is to do my part.
    People’s job is to have opinions.

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    And guess what?
    Everyone is doing their job perfectly 😂

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    So why should I be the only one overworking emotionally?

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    Now I choose peace.
    I choose to not collect unnecessary pain like souvenirs 🫣

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    So no…
    there’s no place I wouldn’t go.

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    Yes, maybe some people might make me uncomfortable…
    but I’ve also got my people
    the ones who turn any place into comfort 🫶

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    And honestly,
    life is too short to cancel destinations
    just because of a few uncomfortable moments.

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    Because in the end…
    nothing really matters as much as love does.

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    Where there is love,
    even chaos feels a little easier…
    and unfamiliar places don’t feel that unfamiliar anymore.

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    Maybe it’s never really about the place…
    maybe it’s always about who we are with,
    and who we become along the way 💫

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    So no…
    there’s no place I wouldn’t go.

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    Just different stories waiting to happen. 🌍✨

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    And on that note…

    I should probably stop here

    before I start sounding wiser than I actually am 😏✨

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    A woman sitting on a cliff overlooking a coastal town at sunset, surrounded by travel items, symbolizing freedom, reflection, and love for journeys.
    Not the places… just the stories we carry 🌍✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved