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  • 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 🧿💕

  • Not What You Do… What You Ignore Makes You Different

    Not What You Do… What You Ignore Makes You Different

    Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

    I think what makes a person unique is… what they choose to ignore.

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    Not what they love.

    Not what they achieve.

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    But the things they see… understand…

    and still go,

    “yeah… not worth my energy.”

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    Because let’s be honest

    Some people react to everything.

    Tone, timing, punctuation, the way you said “okay.”

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    And some people?

    They read, understand, overthink a little…

    and then just close the chat like,

    “I choose peace… and snacks.”

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    You’ll notice

    Some people can’t ignore a single message

    like it’s their moral responsibility to reply.

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    And some…

    will see the notification,

    process it emotionally, mentally, spiritually…

    and still decide:

    “I’ll get back to this in another lifetime.”

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    And no, ignoring doesn’t mean they don’t care.

    Sometimes it just means

    they’ve unlocked a level where

    not every situation deserves a reaction,

    not every thought deserves a speech,

    and not every “hmm” needs a paragraph reply.

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    Meanwhile

    Some of us will notice everything,

    overthink everything,

    create 3 alternate scenarios…

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    and still reply:

    “haha makes sense” 👍

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    Growth? Maybe.

    Confusion? Also yes.

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    That’s uniqueness.

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    Not what affects you

    but what doesn’t anymore.

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    Not what you say

    but what you consciously decide

    not to turn into a whole episode.

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    And honestly? 😏

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    Some people aren’t unique because of what they go through…

    they’re unique because of what they refuse to entertain.

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    A thoughtful person sitting by a window, quietly looking outside, with the text “Not What You Do… What You Ignore Makes You Different” and “Nihshabd” displayed on the image, reflecting introspection and calm silence.
    What you ignore defines you.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Chaos, Love & Unlimited Laughter

    Chaos, Love & Unlimited Laughter

    What makes you laugh?

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    “What makes me laugh?

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    Oh, where do I start…

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    My kids’ nonsense logic that somehow defeats all my ‘grown-up wisdom’.

    Ludo games that turn into mini Mahabharat at home.

    Friends who roast me like it’s their full-time job.

    And my husband… who thinks he’s the calm, sensible one,

    but ends up giving me the most reasons to smile—without even realising it 😄

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    I laugh at silly jokes, terrible puns, and those random moments that make no sense but feel like magic.

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    Sometimes, it’s not even funny…

    but it’s ours — and that’s enough to laugh till it hurts.

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    I think I don’t just laugh at things…

    I laugh with people I love.

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    And honestly, that’s my kind of happiness 🤍✨”

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    Message to all women 🤍

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    We are the ones who turn houses into homes,

    who fill ordinary days with warmth and laughter.

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    Not everything deserves a place in your heart—

    let the small things go,

    and hold on to the joy that’s already waiting for you.

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    Live freely, laugh openly,

    and keep your home—and your heart—full of light ✨💛

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    A joyful family playing Ludo together, laughing and teasing, capturing warmth, love, and everyday happiness at home.
    Where chaos feels like love and laughter feels like home 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • When “Being Big” Was the Only Plan

    When “Being Big” Was the Only Plan

    When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

    When I was five,

    I didn’t want to be something…

    I wanted to be everything

    (with zero effort, obviously).

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    Doctor

    because I owned a plastic stethoscope

    and confidence levels higher than actual doctors.

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    Teacher

    just to say,

    “Silence!”

    to people who weren’t even talking.

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    Pilot

    because I thought waving hands

    could control air traffic.

    (Still think that sometimes in traffic jams.)

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    And sometimes…

    I just wanted to be my mother.

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    Wearing her saree,

    standing in front of the mirror,

    fixing pleats that never stayed,

    pretending I had somewhere important to go.

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    No job title.

    No big dream.

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    Just… her.

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    Then came the real ambition

    to be “older.”

    Not successful.

    Not happy.

    Just… older.

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    Because older people

    had no homework,

    no bedtime,

    and unlimited authority

    to say “because I said so.”

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    Scam of the century, honestly.

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    I also wanted to be rich

    so I could buy

    all the chocolates in the world…

    and still cry over the wrong toy.

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    Priorities were clear.

    Logic was not required.

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    Funny thing is

    nobody asked,

    “What will you actually become?”

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    Because at five,

    dreams didn’t need backup plans,

    or Excel sheets,

    or self-doubt.

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    They just needed

    a random Tuesday afternoon

    and a little imagination.

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    Now people ask me that question

    with deadlines in their eyes.

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    “What do you want to be?”

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    And I almost say

    five again.

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    Because back then,

    I wasn’t confused…

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    I was just

    limitless without pressure.

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    Now I’m focused…

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    …on pretending I know

    what I’m doing.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Not Ego. Not Attitude. Just Tired…

    Not Ego. Not Attitude. Just Tired…

    What’s something most people don’t understand?

    What’s something most people don’t understand?

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    That not every distance is ego.

    Not every silence is attitude.

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    Sometimes, it’s just a person getting tired…

    tired of explaining,

    tired of repeating,

    tired of being the only one who cares a little too much.

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    Funny how people call it “attitude”

    when you finally stop over-explaining yourself.

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    Because apparently,

    being available all the time = “good nature”

    but choosing your peace = “changed person.”

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    Strange math, right?

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    Sometimes silence isn’t cold…

    it’s just calm after too much noise.

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    And distance?

    Not revenge. Not drama.

    Just a quiet way of saying—

    “I deserve better conversations than this.”

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    But most people won’t get it.

    Because understanding requires listening…

    and not everyone is there yet. 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Mom Life: No Off Button, Only Notifications

    Mom Life: No Off Button, Only Notifications

    How has technology changed your job?

    Technology has completely transformed a mom’s job…

    Earlier, I was just “Mom.”

    Now I’m Mom + IT support + Data manager + Notification analyst 😄

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    From “Mom, where are my socks?”

    to

    “Mom, the Wi-Fi is slow.”

    Because obviously, I personally control the internet of the entire country.

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    I now remember everyone’s passwords, usernames, IDs…

    Except mine.

    Mine is always wrong.

    Even when I type it with full confidence and emotional investment 😄

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    And yes, my favorite line has also upgraded

    “Sit properly… look educated!”

    Now applicable for video calls, online classes,

    and those moments when the camera suddenly turns on without warning 😄

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    But the real plot twist?

    School communication.

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    There was a time when one diary note ruled my life.

    Simple. Peaceful. Manageable.

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    Now… I live inside WhatsApp.

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    Class group.

    Section group.

    Whole batch group.

    Parents group.

    Teachers group.

    Dance group.

    Music group.

    Drawing group.

    Tuition group.

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    At this point, I don’t open WhatsApp…

    I enter a battlefield. 😄

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    100 messages unread.

    90 are “Thanks.”

    5 are “Noted.”

    3 are stickers.

    And 2 are actual important ones…

    which I will definitely miss 😄

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    And of course, that one message

    sent at 11:47 PM

    “Children have to bring chart paper, printout, glue, glitter, and full creativity tomorrow.”

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    Tomorrow means… in 6 hours.

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    Technology made things easier, they said.

    Yes.

    Now panic also comes in HD quality 😄

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    I’ve become highly skilled though

    I can cook, reply, scroll, track chargers,

    decode school instructions,

    and mentally manage 27 notifications

    all at the same time.

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    Basically, I’m running

    a small startup called

    “Family & Their Devices Pvt. Ltd.” 😄

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    No salary.

    No leave.

    No appreciation mail.

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    Just constant notifications…

    called

    “Mom… just one minute…” 😄

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • I Didn’t Know Saying Yes Could Cost Me This Much

    I Didn’t Know Saying Yes Could Cost Me This Much

    How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

    No one warned me that always saying ‘yes’ would slowly erase me.

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    I’ve always had a complicated relationship with the word “no.”

    Not because I didn’t understand it…

    but because I rarely used it.

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    It would sit quietly on my lips,

    while “yes” walked out… confidently, repeatedly, almost habitually.

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    And I told myself it was kindness.

    Which, to be fair, it was…

    just not always towards myself.

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    So I said yes

    to people, to plans, to moments that didn’t quite belong to me.

    And somewhere in all of that,

    my own time started slipping through the cracks… very politely.

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    The strange thing is

    nothing ever broke.

    Except a little bit of my energy,

    a little bit of my space,

    and sometimes… my mood, which deserved better 😄

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    I didn’t realise when “being nice” quietly turned into “being available.”

    (And no, there was no official announcement… just a very silent transition.)

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    But life, in its own subtle way, started nudging me.

    In those tiny pauses…

    where I began to wonder,

    “What if I don’t say yes this time?”

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    And recently… I tried it.

    A small, gentle, slightly nervous “no.”

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    No drama.

    No disappointment worth mentioning.

    Just… a little more room to breathe.

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    Almost magical, how one word can return you to yourself ✨

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    So maybe this is a reminder

    especially for every girl who has ever felt guilty for choosing herself

    you don’t have to earn your rest, your space, or your boundaries.

    You’re allowed to keep some parts of your day… just for you 💛

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    And as for me…

    let’s just say, somewhere between habit and healing,

    a new version is quietly making its way

    No 2.0… still gentle, still kind, just a little less “yes” by default 😉

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄

    Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄

    What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

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    Maybe my secret skill lives somewhere

    between words… and the spaces I draw around them ✨🎨

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    I don’t just write what I feel,

    I sketch it too

    turning quiet emotions into little illustrations,

    where a line can hold a memory,

    and a shade can carry a story 💭🖌️

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    Sometimes, when words fall short,

    my drawings step in…

    and when sketches feel incomplete,

    my words jump in like

    “don’t worry, I got this” 😌🤝

    (Yes, full teamwork… inside one slightly overactive brain 😄)

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    It’s like I live in two worlds at once

    one made of sentences,

    and the other of soft strokes and imagination ✍️🎨

    A bit crowded? Maybe.

    A bit chaotic? Definitely.

    But boring? Never 😄

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    I notice small things, feel deeply,

    and then overthink just enough

    to turn it all into something “meaningful” 🤭

    (Overthinking: my unpaid full-time job 😄)

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    Somewhere along the way, I picked up a quiet little superpower

    not mind reading, just understanding what isn’t said.

    Not assumptions, just actions, pauses, and little shifts.

    What people can’t put into words, I somehow feel…

    maybe I just listen a little beyond words 😊

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    Sometimes I write something beautiful…

    then read it again after 5 minutes and go

    “hmm… was that really me?” 😅

    Self-doubt and creativity best friends forever 😂

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    If I could wish for something more,

    it wouldn’t be perfection…

    just the freedom to create without hesitation,

    to express without filters,

    and maybe… to not overanalyse everything I create 😄💭

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    Because honestly…

    thoda funny, thoda messy, thoda emotional

    yahi toh life hai, isn’t it? 😊✨

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    And in the end,

    no matter how many skills we carry,

    no matter how special our abilities seem…

    if they don’t hold kindness within them,

    they quietly lose their meaning 🤍

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    Maybe the most beautiful skill of all

    is simply this

    to create, to express,

    and still remain kind 🌸

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari — All Rights Reserved. Do not repost or reproduce without permission.

  • A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️ 

    A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️ 

    What is your favorite type of weather?

    Favorite Weather?

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    There was a time when my favorite weather was rain…

    Getting drenched without a second thought, chai, pakoras, and just living for myself.

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    Then life updated me to Motherhood Version 2.0 😄

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    Now weather means:

    * Rain = “Oh no, bring the clothes inside!”

    * Winter = “Did you wear your sweater? Wear another one!”

    * Summer = “Did you drink water? I’ve asked three times already!”

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    And the biggest climate shift…

    From “What do I like?”

    To “What keeps my kids okay?” ☁️

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    Honestly…

    I don’t crave any romantic weather anymore.

    My favorite weather is simply this:

    ✔ Uniforms dry on time

    ✔ No one falls sick

    ✔ And “Mummmaaa…” sounds normal, not urgent 😄

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    Sounds funny… a little sarcastic too…

    But it’s true

    After becoming a mother, even the seasons don’t belong to you,

    They follow your children’s routine 😌

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    Sometimes I remember…

    There was a time I enjoyed the rain…

    Now it rains, and I manage laundry 🤦‍♀️

    .

    But then I realize…

    Maybe this is what motherhood is

    Not forgetting your choices,

    Just happily postponing them ❤️

    .

    And honestly…

    In doing all this for them,

    I find my favorite “weather” anyway

    Their laughter 😊

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

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  • Life Didn’t Give Me One Teacher… It Gave Me a Full Faculty

    Life Didn’t Give Me One Teacher… It Gave Me a Full Faculty

    Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

    Who was my most influential teacher?


    I wish I had a simple, respectable answer.
    Like a name. A subject. Maybe a life-changing lecture.

    But no.

    My life clearly didn’t believe in “one teacher theory.”
    It went for a full faculty.

    My two sons?
    Oh, they are my senior professors —
    unpaid, unpredictable, and permanently unsatisfied with my performance.

    One teaches me patience.
    The other makes sure I practice it. Daily. Intensively.

    And then there are others…

    Some people came into my life just to test my emotional stability —
    and left after completing their assignment.

    Some taught me practical things…
    like where files are saved.
    (Let’s just say… that lesson had to be repeated. Multiple times.)

    Some introduced me to recipes,
    and some to reality checks.

    A few taught me how not to overreact —
    which, honestly, felt like a very personal attack at the time.

    Someone taught me to laugh loudly,
    without worrying about who’s watching.

    And someone else had the audacity to prove
    that it’s never “too late” to start again —
    which is inspiring… but also mildly inconvenient.

    Some held my hand when I needed support.
    And some didn’t —
    which, in hindsight, was their way of saying,
    “Welcome to the advanced level. Figure it out.”

    From embroidery threads to iPad tools,
    from breakdowns to breakthroughs —
    my education has been… extremely hands-on.

    So no, I don’t have one “most influential teacher.”

    I have a whole syllabus.
    A slightly chaotic, emotionally charged, occasionally uninvited syllabus.

    And life?
    It didn’t ask me to enroll.

    It just started the class.

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved