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  • From “MOMMMM!” to “Did You Eat?” — A Mother’s Entire World ❤️

    From “MOMMMM!” to “Did You Eat?” — A Mother’s Entire World ❤️

    What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

    What’s a job I would like to do for just one day?

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    Being a mom.
    Oh wait… I already am one.
    Then let me correct myself

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    I would like to survive my own job for one full day
    without questioning my life choices every 17 minutes. 🙂

    Because apparently, according to everyone else,
    moms “stay at home.”

    Such a cute sentence.
    Very fictional.

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    People say it like we spend the day
    sipping coffee dramatically near a window
    while soft piano music plays in the background.

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    Meanwhile, real life looks like:

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    “Mommmmm where’s my sock?”
    “Mommmmm he touched me!”
    “Mommmmm what’s for lunch?”
    “Mommmmm why are you angry?”

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    I don’t know, sweetheart.
    Maybe because I’ve answered 43 questions
    before sunrise. 🌝

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    Being a mom is basically working
    as a chef, cleaner, therapist, detective, nurse, referee,
    professional finder of missing objects,
    and emotional support human…

    for clients who pay in crumbs and attitude.

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    And somehow…
    I’m also expected to remember everything.

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    Vaccination dates? Yes.
    School projects? Yes.
    Everyone’s favorite snacks? Yes.
    Where your lost toy from 2019 disappeared?
    Unfortunately, yes.

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    Somewhere between school projects,
    Mario races, unfinished homework,
    Ludo fights that suddenly turn into world wars,
    and dramatic complaints like
    “HE GOT THE BIGGER CHOCOLATE”…

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    moms somehow become
    full-time peacekeepers too. 🙂

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    One minute we’re teaching spelling words,
    the next minute we’re fixing toy disasters,
    judging who started the fight,
    and pretending not to laugh
    while brothers stand there
    like rival lawyers presenting courtroom arguments
    about who cheated in Mario game. 😭

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    And after nearly breaking each other’s hands and legs
    during WWE-level fighting matches…

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    they casually say,
    “It’s a brothers thing, Mom… don’t worry.” 🙂

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    DON’T WORRY???

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    Sir, one child is holding his arm dramatically
    like he just returned from war. 😭

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    But the funniest part?

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    After driving me completely insane all day…
    these same tiny humans suddenly become
    the sweetest people on earth by night.

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    “Mom, do you have a headache?”
    “Should I press your head?”
    “Want me to bring water?” 😭❤️

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    And just like that…
    the entire day’s irritation disappears faster
    than snacks in this house. 🙂

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    Honestly, motherhood is emotional blackmail
    mixed with unlimited love. 😭

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    Also, the moment I sit down…
    someone suddenly remembers they have needs.

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    It’s honestly fascinating.
    I should be studied by scientists.

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    I can be invisible for 3 hours while cleaning,
    but the second I sit with a cup of tea

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    “MOM.”

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    No hello.
    No breathing space.
    Just MOM.

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    At this point, my tea isn’t a beverage.
    It’s a time-sensitive emergency challenge. ☕

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    And let’s talk about the magical powers moms develop.

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    I can remember everybody’s schedules
    better than my own.
    I can cook while answering questions,
    checking homework,
    and listening to three different stories
    at the same time.

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    I can also sense danger immediately…
    especially when the house suddenly becomes too quiet. 🙂

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    Because silence in a house with kids
    never means peace.
    It usually means somebody is either
    eating secretly,
    fighting secretly,
    or planning something they’ll later say was
    “just for fun.” 😭

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    Also, moms don’t rest peacefully.
    We simply close our eyes
    while mentally tracking snacks, bottles, school things,
    and the suspicious silence in the next room. 🙂

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    And despite doing 700 things a day,
    if one thing is forgotten…

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    everyone acts like civilization is collapsing. 🙂

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    But honestly?
    As exhausting as it is…
    there’s something weirdly beautiful about it too.

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    Because somehow,
    between the chaos, the noise, the missing socks,
    the reheated coffee, the Mario rematches,
    the tiny emotional breakdowns,
    and the random “Mom look at me!” moments

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    there’s love.
    Messy, loud, sticky-fingered love. ❤️

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    Still though…
    if anyone asks what job I’d like to do for just one day?

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    I’d say:
    Mine.

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    Just to understand
    how moms manage to hold an entire house together,
    lose their patience 14 times a day,
    find it again by evening…
    and still end the night by asking,

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    “Did everyone eat properly?” ❤️

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    Like honestly…
    where does all this love even come from😍

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    A warm and cozy illustration of a mother sitting with her two sons, sharing smiles and love in a peaceful home setting, with soft motherhood-themed decor and heartfelt text.
    A mother’s world… wrapped in love, laughter & endless “MOMMMM!” calls ❤️🥹

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • More Than Just Fabric: The Saree, The Story, and Sustainable Grace

    More Than Just Fabric: The Saree, The Story, and Sustainable Grace

    What are your favorite brands and why?

    If you ask me honestly, my heart doesn’t go to brands first… it goes to sarees.

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    Not just any sarees but the ones that are sustainable, eco-friendly, and made with intention.
    Because being a part of this industry, I’ve seen what goes behind a single drape
    the hands that weave it, the time it takes, the stories it quietly holds.

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    A saree is never just fabric.
    It is tradition, culture, memory… and a kind of silent confidence.

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    And somewhere in all of this, there is a very special emotion
    wearing your mother’s saree.

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    For a girl, it’s not just about dressing up…
    it’s a feeling of pride, of connection, of carrying a piece of her forward.
    Something that has gracefully moved from one generation to another
    holding love, memories, and time within its folds.

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    There’s something magical about the way a saree transforms you.
    The moment you drape it, fix those pleats, and let the pallu fall just right
    suddenly, you don’t just wear it… you become it.

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    Sometimes I feel like sarees have their own personality
    playful in the way the pallu slips and you adjust it again and again,
    graceful in the way it flows when you walk,
    and powerful in the way it makes you feel seen without saying a word.

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    It is one of those rare pieces of clothing that doesn’t need to change itself with time
    instead, it evolves with the person wearing it.
    Every drape looks different, every story feels new, yet the essence remains the same.

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    And today, when I see sarees being re-used, re-styled, passed down, or even redesigned into something new
    it feels like tradition and sustainability holding hands.

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    For me, that is what truly defines a “favorite.”
    Not just how something looks, but how responsibly it exists.

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    Because fashion, to me, is not about fast changes
    it’s about mindful choices, timeless beauty, and respect for what we wear.

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    And honestly…
    nothing feels more beautiful than a saree worn with love, confidence, and a little bit of drama in the pallu ✨

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    What about you?
    Have you ever felt this kind of connection with what you wear?

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    A softly lit sustainable saree draped by the window with the title “More Than Just Fabric” and “Nihshabd”.
    ✨Worn with love, carried through time ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Ones I Go To

    The Ones I Go To

    List the people you admire and look to for advice…

    I don’t usually share this.

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    People might think I’m joking.
    Or worse… not serious about life.

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    But whenever I’m stuck
    really stuck
    overthinking something that didn’t even need this much attention…

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    I go to someone.

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    Not older.
    Not more experienced.
    Definitely not more “qualified.”

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    But somehow…
    far more sorted.

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    It’s…

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    my kids.

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    Yes. Those kids.

    The ones who shout my name
    from another room
    while standing right next to the thing they need.

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    But also the same ones
    who look at me calm, unbothered
    and say,

    “Why are you thinking so much?
    Just play with us 🙂”

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    And suddenly…
    all my overthinking feels a little embarrassing.

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    I’m out here turning one small thought
    into a full series
    episodes, flashbacks, alternate endings…

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    And they?
    They don’t even watch trailers.

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    I lose something panic.
    They lose something
    “It’s okay, we’ll find it.”

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    I hold on to things.
    They move on from things.

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    I create scenarios.
    They create moments.

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    They fight like it’s the end of the world
    and then 5 minutes later,
    they’re sharing snacks like nothing happened.

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    Meanwhile, I’m still mentally replying
    to conversations that are already over.

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    And the funniest part?

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    They don’t even know
    they’re giving advice.

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    No big words.
    No deep quotes.

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    Just one line
    perfect timing
    and my entire overthinking collapses.

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    So yes,
    my advisors are tiny, loud,
    always hungry,
    and occasionally covered in chocolate.

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    Strange, isn’t it
    they still need help finding their shoes…
    but somehow,
    they’ve already found a way
    to live life better than me.     💣😄✨

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    Two young boys sit by a window at dusk, with “The Ones I Go To” in bold text.
    They don’t know it… but they fix everything. 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Mark Today, A Better Tomorrow

    A Mark Today, A Better Tomorrow

    Do you vote in political elections?

    I don’t vote blindly
    I choose.

    Not for noise,
    not for faces on posters,
    but for the quiet hope
    that my one voice
    still matters.

    They say it’s just a mark of ink
    but I’ve felt its weight.
    It carries dreams,
    questions,
    and the courage
    to stand for what feels right.

    Yes, I vote.
    Because it is my right
    and also my responsibility.

    Because silence changes nothing,
    but a single choice
    can begin a shift.

    In that moment,
    behind a simple curtain,
    I am not small
    I am a citizen
    with power in my hand. ✨

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    Ink-marked fingers raised in a voting gesture with soft sunset tones and “Nihshabd” title.
    A quiet mark, a powerful voice. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • My Life Has No Direction… and That’s Exactly the Direction 😌

    My Life Has No Direction… and That’s Exactly the Direction 😌

    What gives you direction in life?

    Honestly?
    Even Google Maps gets confused sometimes…
    so who am I to always know the way? 😌

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    I don’t get direction from a perfect plan,
    I get it from wrong turns.

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    Mistakes say, “Don’t do that again.”
    Experience says, “Maybe be a little less foolish this time.”
    Confidence?
    It shows up… and then randomly goes on vacation.

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    Patience?
    That’s just a buffering circle… constantly spinning 🌀

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    Passion is sometimes fire 🔥
    and sometimes low battery mode 🔋

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    And love…
    love is that GPS that somehow finds the heart even without a signal ❤️

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    Creativity gets activated at 2 a.m. for no reason,
    and courage…
    courage is that friend who says,
    “Let’s just do it… we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

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    Empathy and sympathy?
    They remind me I’m not a robot 🤖❌

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    So what actually gives me direction?

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    Not one thing.
    It’s a slightly chaotic team effort.

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    Mistakes show me where not to go.
    Experience shows me what might work.
    Passion pulls me forward.
    Love keeps me grounded.
    And courage gives me that final push when I’m overthinking everything.

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    So my direction isn’t a straight arrow…
    it’s more like a messy but honest compass

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    pointing me forward, even when I don’t fully know where “forward” is. 😌✨

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    A person sitting at a viewpoint, looking at a winding road toward the sunrise, symbolizing an uncertain yet hopeful life journey.
    No map, just courage… and I’m still going 😌✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • No Quote, Just Life 💛

    No Quote, Just Life 💛

    Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

    I’ve never really been someone who collected quotes or lived by big words. Life, for me, has always been quieter… simpler. Just trying to live each day fully, hold on to peace, and find happiness in little, unnoticed moments.

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    I don’t carry quotes in my pocket,
    nor words borrowed from somewhere else…
    Just a quiet little wish,
    to live this life as it comes.

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    To feel the sun without rushing,
    to sit with silence sometimes,
    to smile for no reason at all,
    and call that happiness.

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    Not chasing too much,
    not holding too tight,
    just walking gently through days,
    with a heart that feels light.

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    If there’s anything I believe in,
    it’s this simple art
    to live fully, stay peaceful,
    and keep a soft, happy heart. 💛

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    Woman sitting by a lake at sunset with a journal and coffee, text “No Quote, Just Life 💛 — Nihshabd”.
    No quote, just life… softly lived 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • It Was Never About the Place

    It Was Never About the Place

    What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

    Honestly… every holiday magically becomes my favorite

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    when I’m with my favorite people.
    (Yes, even the ones where half the time goes in “kya khayenge?” discussions 😄)

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    Places?
    They’re just… places.

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    It’s the people who turn
    “just a trip” into
    “yaar, remember that moment?” forever.

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    But okay, if I have to choose—
    our Dubai vacation wins.

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    At LEGOLAND Dubai and the DreamWorks Animation Zone,
    something unexpected happened…

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    I didn’t just enjoy the rides—
    I forgot I was supposed to be “the responsible adult.” 😌

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    I’ve always loved rides,
    but this time?
    I went all in.

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    Screaming louder than my kids,
    getting more excited than them,
    and pretending I wasn’t scared
    (while internally questioning all my life choices mid-ride).

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    Somewhere between the laughter, the chaos,
    and the “one more ride please!”
    I wasn’t just a mother anymore…

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    I was a child again.
    A slightly dramatic one, but still.

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    And maybe…
    that’s exactly why it felt so special.

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    Because I was surrounded by people
    who didn’t remind me to “grow up,”
    but quietly allowed me to let go.

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    And that’s when it hit me—

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    Because in the end,
    it was never about the place…
    it was about who I became when I was with them.

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    A little more free,
    a little more alive,
    and completely myself… without holding back.

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    The kind of happiness
    that doesn’t need permission,
    and the kind of moments
    you wish you could pause… just for a little longer.

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    Maybe that’s why
    some memories never really leave…
    because they don’t just stay in our mind,
    they quietly become a part of who we are.

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    A joyful moment at a Dubai theme park, capturing carefree laughter, childhood nostalgia, and togetherness.
    Not the place… just the people who made it feel like home. 💛

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    —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

  • I’m Not Lazy, I’m Deadline-Dependent

    I’m Not Lazy, I’m Deadline-Dependent

    When do you feel most productive?

    When it’s almost too late to be productive.

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    Not 1 hour before.
    Not even 30 minutes.

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    More like… 12 minutes before the deadline.

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    That’s when my brain suddenly unlocks premium features.

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    Focus? Activated.
    Speed? Unmatched.
    Distractions? Disappear like they were never there.

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    No overthinking.
    No procrastination.
    No “let me get in the mood.”

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    Just pure survival mode.

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    The same task I’ve been “about to start” for 2 days?
    Done. Submitted. Sometimes even suspiciously good.

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    And the funny part?

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    When I do have time
    I become extremely productive… at everything except the actual work.

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    I’ll organize things.
    Clean something that didn’t need cleaning.
    Check my phone “for 2 minutes.”
    Mentally prepare like I’m about to change my life.

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    But the task?
    Still waiting. Still untouched.

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    Because apparently, my brain doesn’t respond to free time.
    It responds to panic with consequences.

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    Give me a whole day I’ll waste it professionally.
    Give me 20 minutes I’ll deliver results that surprise even me.

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    So yeah…

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    I’m not inconsistent.
    I’m not lazy.

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    I’m just… performance-based.

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    And my system only works when there’s
    a little chaos, a lot of pressure, and absolutely no time left. 🤡✨

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    A cozy, cluttered desk scene with a girl working on a laptop under pressure, surrounded by sticky notes, coffee mugs, and a bold text: “I’m Not Lazy, I’m Deadline-Dependent.
    Powered by panic and last-minute brilliance. 🤡✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rightsb Reserved

  • My Emoji Personality: Cute, Chaotic, and Slightly Concerning 😄🤡

    My Emoji Personality: Cute, Chaotic, and Slightly Concerning 😄🤡

    What are your favorite emojis?

    Oh, I don’t choose emojis… emojis choose me.

    Like 😄 my public personality.
    Sweet, sorted, “everything is fine.” (Everything is not fine.)

    Then there’s 🙃 — for when life flips me but I pretend it’s a personality trait.

    😂 — reserved for things that are not that funny but socially require laughter.

    🤡 — exclusively for myself. Premium membership. No cancellation.

    ✨ — added randomly to make chaos look aesthetic.

    😌 — used after doing absolutely nothing, but feeling like I deserve peace.

    And of course…
    👀 — for silent judgment, curiosity, and accidental stalking.

    Basically, my emoji usage is less “expression” and more “emotional survival toolkit.”

    What about you? Be honest… are you a 🙂 person or a 😭 person?

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    Colorful emoji-themed graphic with playful text “My Emoji Personality: Cute, Chaotic, and Slightly Concerning” and Nihshabd.
    Cute outside, chaotic inside 😄🤡✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rightsb Reserved