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  • The Difference Between Being Needed and Being Loved

    The Difference Between Being Needed and Being Loved

    ✦ A Few Lines Before We Begin ✦

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    Sometimes the heart confuses importance with affection,
    and attention with devotion.

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    For when someone constantly reaches for us,
    it is easy to believe we are loved.

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    Yet there is a subtle difference
    one that many discover only after disappointment.

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    A person may need what you give.
    But love begins when they cherish who you are.

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    ✦ When Being Needed Feels Like Love ✦

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    Being needed can feel a lot like being loved.

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    At first.
    Your phone lights up every day. They seek your advice, your comfort, your time, your endless supply of patience. You start to think,
    “Wow, I must be special.”
    Then one day, you stop being useful.
    Suddenly, the messages arrive less often than your food delivery notifications.
    Interesting.

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    ✦ The Difference Reveals Itself ✦

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    A person who needs you usually remembers you when their world is falling apart.

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    A person who loves you remembers you when something wonderful happens too.

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    One says:
    “I need your help.”
    The other says:
    “I saw this and thought of you.”
    One treats you like customer support.
    The other treats you like a favorite person.

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    ✦ Umbrellas and Sunsets ✦

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    Being needed is being the umbrella someone grabs when it rains.

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    Being loved is being invited to watch the sunset when the sky is clear.

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    And no, before anyone panics, there is nothing wrong with being needed. We all need people.

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    But if every conversation starts with a problem and ends when the problem is solved, congratulations.

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    You’ve accidentally subscribed to a premium emotional support package.
    No free trial.
    No cancellation notice.

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    ✦ Love Is Wonderfully Unnecessary ✦

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    Love, on the other hand, is delightfully impractical.
    It checks on you when it wants nothing.

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    It remembers your favorite coffee order despite forgetting where the car keys are.

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    It sends you memes with absolutely no strategic objective.
    It stays for the conversation, not just the solution.

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    ✦ A Small Test ✦

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    The trick is simple:

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    Ask yourself,
    “If I had nothing to offer today no advice, no help, no emotional rescue mission would they still want to spend time with me?”

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    The answer may sting.
    Or it may remind you of the people who never needed a reason to stay.
    And those people?

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    They’re the ones worth keeping.
    Because being needed makes you useful.
    Being loved makes you irreplaceable.

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    ✦ Closing Verse ✦

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    Not every hand that reaches,
    reaches for your heart.

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    Some seek shelter from a storm,
    and leave when skies depart.

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    Yet those who stay in sunshine,
    when there is nothing left to gain,
    are the ones who teach us gently
    the difference between love and need again.

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    ✦ A Question For You ✦

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    Perhaps the real question is this:

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    If one day you had nothing left to offer no advice, no support, no solutions would they still value your presence, or was your worth tied only to your usefulness?

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    With love,
    Rajeshwari ♡🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    What are you passionate about?

    Have you ever had one of those days when your mind feels so full that you don’t know what to do with all the thoughts bouncing around inside it?

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    I have.

    When Thoughts Become Art

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page have always been my answer to those moments. When my thoughts become too loud, I either write them down or bring them to life through digital illustration.

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    Sometimes my thoughts become stories.

    Sometimes they become illustrations.

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    And that’s why, if someone asks me what I’m passionate about, my answer is simple: creating.

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    Not because I’m exceptionally talented.

    Not because I’m trying to become famous.

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    But because creating helps me make sense of the noise in my head.

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

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    For me, a blank page and a blank canvas are surprisingly similar.

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    Most people see emptiness.

    I see possibilities.

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    Of course, there are days when both of them seem determined to test my patience.

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    I stare at the screen.

    The screen stares back.

    Neither of us knows who’s supposed to make the first move.

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    Writers call it writer’s block.

    Artists call it creative block.

    I call it a staring contest that I usually lose.

    But every now and then, something magical happens.

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    A sentence appears.

    A sketch takes shape.

    An idea that existed only in my imagination suddenly becomes real.

    And that feeling never gets old.

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    What I love most about writing and digital illustration isn’t the finished result.

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    It’s the process.

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    The quiet excitement of starting with absolutely nothing and ending up with something that didn’t exist before.

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    A story.

    A character.

    A thought.

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    A little piece of yourself left behind on a page or a canvas.

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    In a world where we’re constantly consuming things, creating something feels special.

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    In fact, I wrote something similar in my post Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄, where I reflected on how creativity often grows in life’s quiet moments.

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    It reminds us that our imagination still matters.

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    So yes, I’m passionate about writing.

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    I’m passionate about digital illustration.

    But more than that, I’m passionate about creating.

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    Because every blank page and every blank canvas holds the same question:

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    What will you bring to life today?

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    And perhaps that’s why I keep returning to both.

    Not because I’m searching for perfection.

    But because I’m always curious about what might happen when imagination is given a place to breathe.

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    What about you? What are you passionate about?

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    Until our thoughts meet again,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Why Do We Miss People Who Never Chose Us?

    Why Do We Miss People Who Never Chose Us?

    The Question That Hurts More Than We Admit

    There is a particular kind of sadness that doesn’t come from losing someone.

    It comes from never truly having them in the first place.

    Strangely, some of the people we miss the most were never ours.

    They never chose us.

    They never stayed.

    They never made us a priority.

    Yet years later, their memory can still appear without warning.

    A song.

    A place.

    A familiar phrase.

    And suddenly, they’re back in our thoughts.

    Why?

    Why do we miss people who never chose us?

    Maybe We Don’t Miss Them

    At least, not entirely.

    Sometimes we miss the version of them we created in our minds.

    The version that would finally understand us.

    The version that would stay.

    The version that would choose us if only the timing had been different.

    However, reality and imagination rarely tell the same story.

    Often, we are grieving a possibility rather than a person.

    A future that never happened.

    A conversation that never took place.

    A love story that existed mostly in our hopes.

    The Human Mind Hates Unfinished Stories

    We like endings.

    We like answers.

    We like certainty.

    Unfortunately, life does not always provide those things.

    Some people leave without explanation.

    Others slowly drift away.

    And a few never arrive at all.

    As a result, the mind keeps revisiting what it cannot resolve.

    We replay conversations.

    We imagine different outcomes.

    We wonder what might have happened if we had said one thing differently.

    Not because the person was perfect.

    But because the story never felt complete.

    Rejection Leaves a Different Kind of Scar

    Being unloved hurts.

    Yet being almost loved can hurt even more.

    When someone never chooses us, we often turn the rejection inward.

    We begin asking difficult questions.

    “What was wrong with me?”

    “Why wasn’t I enough?”

    “What did they see in someone else that they didn’t see in me?”

    Gradually, the loss stops being about them.

    It becomes about our worth.

    And that is where the real pain begins.

    The Truth We Rarely Want to Hear

    Sometimes people do not choose us for reasons that have nothing to do with our value.

    They may be looking for something different.

    They may be emotionally unavailable.

    They may simply be on a different path.

    Their choice is not always a verdict on our worth.

    Yet we often treat it as one.

    We carry their decision far longer than they ever carried us.

    What We Actually Miss

    Perhaps we do not miss the person.

    Perhaps we miss the hope.

    The excitement.

    The possibility.

    The feeling that our story might finally be changing.

    And when that possibility disappears, we mourn it.

    Not because it was real.

    But because it felt real.

    Choosing Yourself

    One of the hardest lessons in life is accepting that not everyone will choose us.

    No matter how kind we are.

    No matter how loyal we are.

    No matter how deeply we care.

    However, there is another lesson hidden inside that pain.

    If someone could not choose us, we can still choose ourselves.

    We can stop measuring our worth through someone else’s decision.

    We can stop treating rejection as proof that we are lacking.

    And we can finally stop waiting for validation from people who never intended to give it.

    A Question For You

    Have you ever found yourself missing someone who never truly chose you?

    If so, what do you think you actually missed?

    The person?

    Or the possibility of what could have been?

    I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

    Because sometimes the stories that hurt us most are the ones that never really began.

    Until the next quiet thought,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    I thought about this question for a while.

    At first, I considered something clever. Then I thought about choosing something funny. After all, who doesn’t love a tagline that makes people smile?

    However, the more I reflected on it, the more I realized that the words that describe me best are simple:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    It may not sound dramatic. Yet it feels true.

    Because if life has taught me anything, it is that softness and strength are not opposites. In fact, they often live side by side.

    The Heart That Cares Too Much

    I have always been someone who cares deeply.

    I care about people.

    I care about words.

    I care about feelings.

    Sometimes I even care about conversations long after everyone else has forgotten them.

    If a friend is hurting, I feel it.

    If someone is struggling, I want to help.

    And if I accidentally send a message that sounds slightly awkward, I can replay it in my mind for days like it deserves an award for Best Dramatic Performance.

    It is both a gift and a challenge.

    On one hand, caring allows us to connect with others. It helps us show kindness, compassion, and understanding.

    On the other hand, caring too much can leave us emotionally exhausted.

    Nevertheless, I would rather have a soft heart than a closed one.

    Softness Is Not Weakness

    For a long time, the world seemed to suggest that strength meant being tough all the time.

    Don’t cry.

    Don’t feel too much.

    Don’t let people see your struggles.

    However, real life has shown me something completely different.

    A flower is soft, yet it survives storms.

    A river is gentle, yet it can carve through stone.

    Likewise, a woman can be compassionate and powerful at the same time.

    She can speak kindly while standing firmly in her truth.

    She can forgive without forgetting her worth.

    She can be gentle without allowing herself to be treated poorly.

    That is not weakness.

    That is strength wearing a softer face.

    My Unexpected Superpowers

    When people imagine strength, they often picture grand achievements.

    Meanwhile, I have discovered a different kind of strength.

    The strength to keep going after disappointment.

    The strength to smile through difficult days.

    The strength to begin again when things do not go as planned.

    And, perhaps most impressively, the strength to survive technology updates without accidentally changing every setting on my phone.

    Honestly, that alone deserves recognition.

    Life has also given me another unusual superpower.

    I can encourage other people while still trying to figure things out myself.

    Many women do this every day.

    They carry responsibilities, support loved ones, solve problems, and keep moving forward even when nobody notices how much they are carrying.

    If that is not magic, I do not know what is.

    When My Wings Feel Heavy

    Of course, there are days when I do not feel strong.

    There are days when my confidence decides to disappear.

    There are days when my patience quietly packs its bags and leaves without warning.

    And there are days when even the smallest challenge feels bigger than it should.

    During those moments, I remind myself of something important.

    Strength is not the absence of struggle.

    Strength is continuing despite the struggle.

    A bird does not wait for perfect weather before using its wings.

    Similarly, we do not need perfect circumstances to keep moving forward.

    Sometimes we simply need courage for one more step.

    Then another.

    And another.

    Love Makes Us Stronger

    One lesson I continue to learn is that love creates resilience.

    Love for family.

    Love for friends.

    Love for our dreams.

    And perhaps most importantly, love for ourselves.

    Because when we learn to value ourselves, we stop measuring our worth through the opinions of others.

    Instead, we begin to trust our own voice.

    As a result, we become stronger without becoming harder.

    We become wiser without becoming colder.

    And we become more confident without losing our kindness.

    That balance is beautiful.

    The Magic of Being Human

    I do not possess magical powers.

    I cannot fly.

    I cannot read minds.

    And unfortunately, I cannot make laundry fold itself.

    However, I do believe there is a little magic in every human heart.

    It appears when we choose kindness over bitterness.

    It appears when we offer hope during difficult times.

    It appears when we continue to believe in better days even after disappointment.

    Most importantly, it appears when we refuse to let life’s challenges change the goodness within us.

    That kind of magic matters.

    My Tagline, My Truth

    So if humans had taglines, mine would be:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    Because I believe caring is a strength.

    I believe kindness is powerful.

    And I believe resilience does not always have to roar.

    Sometimes it speaks softly.

    Sometimes it laughs through tears.

    Sometimes it spreads slightly crooked wings and keeps flying anyway.

    That is the kind of strength I admire.

    And perhaps, that is the kind of strength I hope to carry through life.

    Not perfect.

    Not fearless.

    Just soft enough to care, and strong enough to endure. ❤️✨

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

    How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

    What’s the Best Way to Build Self-Confidence?

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    I’d love to know.

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    People ask this question as if there’s a secret formula.

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    A few simple steps.

    A daily routine.

    Maybe a self-help book.

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    Maybe one of those people online who wake up at 5 a.m., drink green juice, meditate, journal, exercise, and somehow have their entire life figured out before I’ve decided whether I want tea or coffee.

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    The advice is usually very straightforward.

    “Believe in yourself.”

    “Just be confident.”

    “Stop overthinking.”

    Which is adorable.

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    That’s like telling a cat to stop being suspicious or telling the weather to pick a personality and stick with it.

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    However, the strange thing is that I genuinely admire confident people.

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    Not the loud ones.

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    The genuinely confident ones.

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    The people who walk into a situation, do what needs to be done, and somehow don’t spend the next six hours replaying every word they said.

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    If something goes wrong, they adjust.

    If something goes right, they move on.

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    The Problem Isn’t the Situation

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    Meanwhile, some of us can turn a minor inconvenience into a full-scale research project.

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    A simple phone call becomes a strategic operation.

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    An email sits in drafts while we reread it seventeen times to make sure it doesn’t accidentally start a war.

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    An unanswered message becomes a mystery that requires evidence, theories, and possibly a small investigation team.

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    In reality, the  actual situation is usually tiny.

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    Our imagination just arrives with a larger budget.

    And that’s where confidence and overthinking seem to part ways.

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    Confident people look at a small problem and think,

    “I’ll handle it.”

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    The rest of us look at the same problem and think,

    “Yes, but let’s first explore all 47 possible disasters.”

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    And yet, here’s the funny part.

    Most of those disasters never happen.

    Not even one.

    Yet somehow my brain remains committed to producing sequels.

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    Confidence Has Terrible Timing

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    Meanwhile, I’ve also noticed that confidence has terrible timing.

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    It rarely shows up before the scary thing.

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    Instead, it usually arrives afterward.

    After the conversation.

    After the presentation.

    After the difficult decision.

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    It strolls in late, carrying a coffee, and says,

    “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

    Oh, now you’re here.

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    Very helpful.

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    Thank you for your service.

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    So what’s the best way to build self-confidence?

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    I honestly don’t know.

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    However, I do know that life gets a little easier… when we stop treating every uncertain moment like the season finale of a drama series.

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    Most things don’t need perfect words.

    Most decisions don’t need perfect certainty.

    Most days don’t require us to be fearless.

    They just require us to show up.

    And maybe that’s enough.

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    Maybe confidence isn’t waking up one morning feeling invincible.

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    Maybe it’s laughing at your own overthinking, doing the thing anyway, and slowly realizing that reality is usually much kinder than the stories your imagination writes.

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    At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

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    Usually after I’ve spent three hours worrying about something that turned out to take three minutes. 😄

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    Doing the thing anyway,
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • How Do You Build Loyal Subscribers?

    How Do You Build Loyal Subscribers?

    People ask,

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    “How do you build loyal subscribers?”

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    As if they’re ingredients

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    and I’m missing one crucial spice.

    Add a pinch of consistency,
    a dash of wit,
    stir vigorously,

    and voilà—loyal subscribers.

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    If only.

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    I don’t think loyal subscribers
    are built at all.

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    I think they begin
    with a stranger.

    Someone who finds
    a piece of themselves

    hidden in your words.

    A thought they recognize.

    A feeling they’ve carried.

    A smile they didn’t expect.

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    They read a post.

    Then another.

    And that’s where the mystery begins.

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    Because the second visit
    is always more interesting
    than the first.

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    The first is curiosity.

    The second is choice.

    And somewhere between
    one post and another,

    something small happens.

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    A shared laugh.

    A familiar thought.

    A sentence that quietly says,

    “Me too.”

    Without either of you noticing,

    the stranger becomes familiar.

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    And isn’t that extraordinary?

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    In a world full of endless scrolling,

    someone pauses.

    In a world overflowing with voices,

    someone remembers yours.

    Not because every post is perfect.

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    Thank goodness.

    Perfection is exhausting.

    But because, every now and then,

    your words make them feel
    a little less alone.

    Perhaps that’s how
    loyal subscribers are made.

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    Not through clever tricks.

    Not through algorithms.

    But through tiny moments
    of human connection.

    One post.

    One smile.

    One “I’ve felt that too”

    at a time.

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    So perhaps loyal subscribers
    aren’t followers at all.

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    They’re the people
    who turn words into conversations,

    conversations into friendships,

    and an ordinary blog

    into a place that feels
    a little like home.

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    And if you’re reading this,

    whether you’ve been here
    for years,

    or only just arrived,

    thank you.

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    You may think you’re following a blog.

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    But from where I’m sitting,

    you’re helping build
    the reason it exists.

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Practice Makes Perfect? I Respectfully Disagree

    Practice Makes Perfect? I Respectfully Disagree

    They say,

    “Practice makes perfect.”

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    I would like to respectfully disagree.

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    Still Waiting for the User Manual😌

    I’ve been practicing adulthood
    for quite some time now,

    and I still occasionally walk into a room

    and forget why I went there.

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    Mirror vs Camera: An Ongoing Feud 😒

    I’ve practiced taking selfies.

    Hundreds of them.

    Yet somehow,

    the person in the mirror
    and the person in the photo

    continue to be complete strangers.

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    Love, Water, Sunlight… and Drama 🎭

    I’ve practiced gardening too.

    The internet says:

    “Give plants sunlight, water, and love.”

    I did.

    The plant responded by dying.

    Meanwhile,

    a neglected plant growing from a crack in the pavement

    is absolutely thriving.

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    Explain that.

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    One Eye Understands the Assignment🤯

    I’ve practiced drawing.

    Which mostly means

    spending hours creating something beautiful

    and then noticing one tiny mistake

    that suddenly becomes

    the only thing I can see.

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    A Pinch of Hope, A Dash of Panic 😱

    I’ve practiced cooking.

    And every time I make a recipe,

    there’s still a brief moment

    when I stare into the pan

    and hope for divine intervention.

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    The Perfect Reply Arrives Three Days Later 😪

    I’ve practiced conversations.

    Yet I still remember things

    I should have said

    three days ago.

    Usually while showering.

    When it is far too late.

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    The Password and I Are No Longer Speaking 🤭

    I’ve also practiced creating passwords.

    Strong passwords.

    Unique passwords.

    Passwords with capital letters,

    small letters,

    numbers,

    symbols,

    and what feels like

    a personal sacrifice to the technology gods.

    And yet,

    every login still begins with:

    “Incorrect password.”

    Followed by:

    “Forgot Password?”

    which feels less like a question

    and more like a judgment.

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    Practice makes perfect?

    Really?

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    Because from what I’ve observed,

    practice mostly makes us

    slightly less confused than before.

    And even that’s not guaranteed.

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    The funny thing is,

    the people I admire most

    aren’t perfect at all.

    They’re the ones who keep trying.

    The ones who laugh at their mistakes.

    The ones who accidentally send messages too early,

    water the wrong plant,

    burn the toast,

    miss the turn,

    make the typo,

    and somehow continue living

    as if the world hasn’t ended.

    Which, surprisingly,

    it hasn’t.

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    So perhaps the proverb needs an update.

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    Practice doesn’t make perfect.

    Practice makes stories.

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    It gives us the embarrassing moments,

    the unexpected detours,

    the inside jokes,

    the lessons,

    and occasionally,

    if we’re very lucky,

    a little wisdom.

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    Because perfection is impressive.

    But imperfection?

    Imperfection is relatable.

    It’s the selfie that took fifty tries.

    The recipe that looked nothing like the picture.

    The plant that survived purely out of stubbornness.

    The sketch with one slightly suspicious-looking hand.

    The password we reset yesterday

    and forgot today.

    And if we’re being honest,

    most of us don’t need another perfect person to admire.

    We just need proof

    that everyone else is making it up as they go along too.

    And after years of practice,

    that’s the one thing I’ve finally become good at:

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    Looking perfectly confident…

    while having absolutely no idea what I’m doing. 😄🌷✨

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Do I Believe in Soulmates? A Heartfelt Reflection on Love, Trust, and Everyday Magic

    Do I Believe in Soulmates? A Heartfelt Reflection on Love, Trust, and Everyday Magic

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?
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    Do I believe in soulmates?

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    Yes, I do. ❤️

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    But probably not in the way movies and fairy tales describe them.

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    I don’t think a soulmate is someone who arrives with fireworks, dramatic music, and a perfect script.

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    I think a soulmate is someone who quietly becomes part of your everyday life until you can no longer imagine the story without them.

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    Someone who knows when you need advice and when you just need to complain for five minutes.

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    Someone who has seen you at your best, your worst, and your absolute grumpiest before morning tea… and still chooses to stay. 😄

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    People talk about butterflies.

    And yes, butterflies are lovely. 🦋

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    But after years together, I think the real magic is finding someone who still makes you smile while arguing about where the TV remote is.

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    Someone who remembers your favorite snack, your strange habits, and every story you’ve told at least three times.

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    Someone who pretends not to enjoy gossip…

    but somehow always asks,

    “And then what happened?” 😄☕

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    To me, soulmates aren’t found.

    They are built.

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    In ordinary days.
    In shared laughter.
    In small acts of kindness.
    In forgiveness.
    In trust.

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    And maybe in the occasional eye roll when they tell the same joke for the hundredth time. 😏

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    So yes, I believe in soulmates.😍

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    Mine is the person who can make me laugh when I’m trying very hard to stay annoyed…

    and somehow make me annoyed when I’m perfectly happy. 😏

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    We are different in more ways than I can count.

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    I like to tell the whole story.

    He prefers the short version.

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    I plan.

    He improvises.

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    He worries about things that might happen next month.

    I worry about what’s for dinner. 😄

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    Logic says we should drive each other crazy.

    And to be fair, sometimes we do.

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    But somewhere between the teasing, the eye-rolls, the laughter, the arguments, and the countless ordinary days…

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    we became each other’s favorite person.

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    Not because we are the same.

    But because we fit.

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    Like two puzzle pieces that look completely different, yet somehow belong together.

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    And after all this time, he’s still my favorite person to share the plot twists with.

    And I think that’s pretty magical. ❤️🦋✨

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Someday, Maybe: Things I’d Love to See in the Future✨

    Someday, Maybe: Things I’d Love to See in the Future✨

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness?
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    Things I’d Love to See in the Future.

    Some are serious. Some are silly. A few are probably impossible. But if we’re allowed to dream, we might as well dream generously.

    .

    The Little Things I’d Love to See in the Future

    I’d love to see a password
    that works on the first try.

    Not the second.
    Not after three failed attempts,
    an OTP,
    a security question,
    and a mild identity crisis.

    The first try.

    I’d love to finish reading
    all the books I already own.

    A charming fantasy.

    Right up there with unicorns,
    world peace,
    and empty laundry baskets.

    I’d love a gadget
    that tells me why I walked into a room.

    Because the room remembers.

    The fan remembers.

    The chair remembers.

    Only I don’t.

    I’d love family gatherings
    where nobody asks,
    “So, what’s next?”

    What’s next is tea.

    After that,
    more tea.

    I thought this was obvious.

    I’d love my plants
    to stop communicating
    through dramatic leaf-dropping performances.

    One tiny mistake
    and suddenly they’re staging
    a botanical protest.

    .

    The Bigger Dreams I’d Love to See in the Future

    I’d love to see a world
    where a child’s future
    isn’t measured differently
    because one is a boy
    and the other is a girl.

    The same respect.
    The same opportunities.
    The same sky.

    Surely that’s not too much to ask.

    I’d love to see people
    stop comparing their lives
    with everyone else’s.

    Half the world’s unhappiness
    comes from peeking over fences.

    The other half
    comes from social media.

    I’d love to see the day
    when “enough”
    finally feels enough.

    Not because ambition disappears.

    But because gratitude
    finally gets a turn to speak.

    And then…

    .

    One Last Impossible Wish✨

    I’d love to witness
    the greatest miracle of all.

    A perfectly folded fitted bedsheet.

    No confusion.

    No wrestling match.

    No YouTube tutorial.

    Just one calm human being
    holding a neat rectangle of fabric
    and behaving as if this is completely normal.

    Will I live long enough
    to see all these things?

    Probably not.

    But then again,
    I once believed
    I’d stop buying books
    when I retired.

    So it’s fair to say

    my forecasting record
    is not particularly impressive.

    .

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • For Every Woman Who Forgot Her Spark✨

    For Every Woman Who Forgot Her Spark✨

    Don’t Lose the Spark✨

    Somewhere between growing up
    and holding everything together,
    many of us learned a strange lesson—

    How to be responsible,
    but not how to stay alive inside.

    We learned to answer messages,
    meet deadlines,
    pay bills,
    carry burdens.

    But slowly, without noticing,

    we stopped laughing so hard our stomach hurt.

    We stopped dancing in the kitchen.

    We stopped doing things simply because they made us happy.

    The world applauds the woman who sacrifices herself for everyone.

    Rarely does it applaud the woman who refuses to disappear.

    So this is your reminder:

    The spark was never childish.

    The spark was never foolish.

    The spark was you.

    It was the part of you that believed life was meant to be lived,
    not merely survived.

    The part that laughed too loudly,
    dreamed too boldly,
    loved too deeply.

    Please don’t trade her away
    for acceptance.

    Don’t bury her beneath expectations.

    And don’t confuse exhaustion with maturity.

    Because one day you’ll realize—

    The most beautiful thing about you was never your perfection.

    It was that wild, glowing, unapologetic light
    that made people feel warmer just by standing near you.

    So wear the bright lipstick.

    Take the silly photo.

    Laugh at your own joke.

    Start again.

    Be too much for people who prefer less.

    And if anyone tells you to dim your light,

    smile and let them wear sunglasses.

    The world doesn’t need another woman who fits in.
    It desperately needs the one who remembers who she is.     ✨🖤

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved