Category: Personal growth

  • 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?

    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.

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    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.

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    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…

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    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.

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter

    Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter

    Apparently life looked at my carefully planned storyline, laughed dramatically, spilled coffee on the script, added unnecessary character development, a few trust issues, three emotional plot twists, and then said —
    “Now survive this, princess.” 🎭✨

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    And honestly?
    For a while I thought the story was over.

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    Because nobody prepares you for the chapters where you outgrow people, dreams change addresses, happiness becomes shy, and even your own mirror looks at you like,
    “Girl… what exactly are we doing?” 😭

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    But maybe that’s the beauty of life.
    It doesn’t ask us to stay the same person forever.

    Maybe we were never meant to remain the “good chapter.”
    Maybe we were meant to become the author. 🌙

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    So yes…
    rewrite the story.

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    Delete the scenes where you begged for bare minimum love.
    Cut off the side characters who only appeared for drama and free emotional snacks.
    Give yourself the main-character background music you deserved from the beginning. 🎻✨

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    Romanticize your healing.
    Wear the outfit.
    Start again at 28, 38, or 78.
    Text less. Sleep more.
    Stop shrinking to fit places that couldn’t even hold your honesty.
    And please… stop treating your dreams like spam messages. 😭

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    Because the truth is
    some endings are not tragedies.
    They’re just life clearing the stage before your real entrance.

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    And one day, when everything finally makes sense,
    you’ll sit with your older, wiser self, sip overpriced coffee dramatically, and whisper


    “Thank God I rewrote that chapter.” ☕✨

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    Until then…
    keep the mystery alive, keep the heart soft, and keep editing the story like a slightly unhinged poet with WiFi and emotional damage. 💌

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    A dreamy illustrated woman in a soft ivory saree sits by a golden sunset window, quietly rewriting her story in a journal. The aesthetic cover features warm cinematic lighting, elegant typography, and the title “Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter” with the author name Nihshabd below.
    Soft heart. New chapter. ✨🌙

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Risk No One Claps For

    The Risk No One Claps For

    Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

    I once took a very dangerous risk.

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    No, not skydiving.
    Not quitting a job dramatically.
    Not even cutting my own bangs at 2 AM (which, honestly, is the real danger😅).

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    I chose myself… in a situation where it would’ve been easier to stay quiet.

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    You know that moment… when you rehearse a hundred responses in your head🤯,
    but in real life, you just smile and let it go🙂?

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    Yeah. That time—I didn’t.

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    I spoke. Calmly. Clearly. Without over-explaining😌.
    (Okay fine… maybe slightly over-explaining. Growth takes time.)

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    And I remember my heart racing like I had just run a marathon💓…
    while the other person just said, “Oh… okay.”

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    That’s it.
    No explosion💥. No drama🎭. No background music🎶.

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    And I stood there thinking
    “Wait… THAT was the thing I was scared of?”

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    Funny how the risks we avoid aren’t always big, loud ones.
    Sometimes, it’s just saying what we feel…
    setting a boundary🚧…
    or choosing not to shrink ourselves to fit someone else’s comfort.

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    Was it uncomfortable? Yes.
    Did I overthink it later? Also yes😅.
    Would I do it again? 100%.

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    Because for the first time, I didn’t walk away thinking
    “I should have said something.”

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    And honestly… that peace?🕊️
    Worth the risk.

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    But here’s what I didn’t expect
    not every situation deserves a response.

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    Silence carries a different kind of power🤫.
    The kind that doesn’t argue, doesn’t chase, doesn’t perform just to be understood.

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    Being loud might win you a moment…
    but silence? It protects your peace and your pride—quietly, but completely.

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    And once you step into it,
    it doesn’t just feel good… it stays.

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    You get used to not reacting.
    You get used to letting things pass without making them your responsibility.
    You get used to not explaining yourself to people committed to misunderstanding you.

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    And slowly… it becomes a habit you don’t want to break.

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    (Warning: highly addictive⚠️. Side effects include emotional stability and fewer unnecessary arguments.)

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    And then comes the part no one really enjoys admitting—
    what isn’t meant for you… simply doesn’t stay.

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    No matter how gently you handle it,
    how long you hold on,
    or how many chances you give like it’s some kind of clearance sale🛍️.

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    Some people? Not yours.
    Some things? Not yours.

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    And for once, instead of overthinking it, fixing it, or forcing it…
    you just lean back and think

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    “Ah. Not my circus, not my monkeys.”🎪

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    A woman sitting quietly by the water at dusk, reflecting in silence.
    Some risks are quiet… but they change everything.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • 10/10 Would Not Recommend

    10/10 Would Not Recommend

    Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

    The best decision I ever made?

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    Oh, easy—

    choosing something that was very obviously a bad idea…

    and still going ahead like, “no no, this one feels different.”

    .

    It did not feel different.

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    I stayed longer than required,

    explained things that needed zero explanation,

    and gave chances like I was running a free trial nobody asked for.

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    At that time, it felt like hope.

    Then it felt like confusion.

    And eventually… it felt like I was the problem.

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    Plot twist: I wasn’t. 🙂

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    I just had a PhD in

    “let me fix this one last time.”

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    But honestly, 10/10 experience—

    because nothing teaches you faster

    than realizing you’ve been arguing with reality itself.

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    Now I still make decisions…

    I just don’t debate with red flags anymore.

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    I see them,

    I respect them,

    and I leave them exactly where they belong

    in someone else’s story. 😌✨

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    Sunlit collage with “10/10 Would Not Recommend,” a woman’s silhouette, and a beach photo symbolizing growth and self-choice, signed “Nihshabd.”

    Bad decision. Great lesson. 10/10 would not recommend but it still made me better. 😌✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Strange Habit of Caring

    A Strange Habit of Caring

    What job would you do for free?

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    “What job would you do for free?”

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    Anything that lets me make someone’s day a little easier.

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    Not in a big, dramatic, “changing lives” way—

    I don’t have that kind of energy daily 😄

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    More like…

    fixing something small,

    explaining something quickly,

    or just being there when someone is clearly struggling but pretending they’re fine.

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    I don’t even plan it.

    It just… happens.

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    I’ll be minding my own work,

    and suddenly I’m involved in someone else’s problem

    like I was personally invited.

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    Zero boundaries.

    Full participation.

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    And somehow,

    I never regret it.

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    Because the return is always the same—

    a lighter face,

    a softer voice,

    that small “oh thank God” kind of smile.

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    And I don’t know why,

    but that moment always feels… enough.

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    No achievement unlocked.

    No big credit.

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    Just a quiet feeling—

    like something went right today.

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    So yeah,

    not a specific job…

    .

    just this strange habit

    of not ignoring people

    when I easily could. 😄

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    Two hands gently touching in warm candlelight, symbolizing silent care and human connection.
    A quiet kind of care, felt more than spoken.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Maybe the Community Doesn’t Need Fixing. Maybe I Do.

    Maybe the Community Doesn’t Need Fixing. Maybe I Do.

    How would you improve your community?

    How would I improve my community?

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    By doing something slightly uncomfortable.

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    I’d stop assuming I’m always right.

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    Not a great personality trait to give up, I know.

    But most of our “community issues”

    feel less like real problems…

    and more like a collection of people

    (me included)

    who don’t pause long enough to think,

    “Maybe it’s not just them.”

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    I’ve judged people in seconds.

    Misread silences.

    And replied “hmm” to things

    that probably deserved a little more heart.

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    Efficient? Yes.

    Helpful? Not really.

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    So maybe… I’d start there.

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    I’d listen. Properly.

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    Not the kind where I nod

    while preparing my next sentence

    but the slightly uncomfortable kind

    where I don’t interrupt,

    don’t fix,

    don’t turn it into my story.

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    Just… listen.

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    I’d also retire my habit

    of building full personalities for people

    based on one moment.

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    Because apparently,

    people are not trailers.

    You don’t get the whole story in 30 seconds.

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    And kindness

    I’d stop treating it like a rare personality trait

    and start using it like a default setting.

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    No announcements.

    No “look how nice I am” energy.

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    Just…

    a softer tone,

    a delayed reaction,

    a message I choose not to send.

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    Because sometimes,

    what I don’t say

    improves things more than what I do.

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    And when I don’t understand someone

    instead of guessing, decoding, overthinking

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    I’d ask.

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    Directly. Simply. Humanly.

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    Will this fix everything?

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    No.

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    Someone will still misunderstand.

    I’ll still have off days.

    And someone will definitely still send

    “Good Morning 🌹” at 6 AM.

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    But maybe

    someone around me

    will feel less judged.

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    One conversation

    will feel a little safer.

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    One moment

    will feel… lighter.

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    And honestly,

    if my presence can do that

    .

    then maybe I didn’t fix the whole community…

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    but I stopped making it harder to live in.

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    And these days,

    that itself feels like a pretty good improvement. 🙂

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • My Failures Did Something My Success Never Could

    How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

    Man sitting on a rooftop at sunset reflecting on failure and success with the title “My Failures Did Something My Success Never Could”.
    Failure did the real work

    I once tried to win at life

    on the very first attempt

    because obviously,

    I thought destiny had prepared

    a red carpet for me.

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    Life laughed.

    Not politely.

    The full-volume kind.

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    Doors didn’t open.

    Plans collapsed like cheap furniture.

    My confidence packed a bag

    and quietly left the room.

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    Failure arrived instead

    uninvited,

    overdressed,

    and extremely comfortable

    staying longer than expected.

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    At first I hated it.

    Naturally.

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    Nobody throws a party

    for the day they discovered

    they were spectacularly wrong.

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    But failure has strange habits.

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    It sits beside you

    when the applause disappears.

    It points at your excuses

    like a strict teacher with a red pen.

    And it whispers,

    .

    “Try again.

    But this time

    maybe use your brain.”

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    So I did.

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    I learned how to fall

    without announcing it to the entire world.

    How to rebuild quietly.

    How to laugh at my own dramatic disasters.

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    Turns out,

    failure wasn’t the villain

    I thought it was.

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    It was the unpaid internship

    that secretly trained me

    for the job I wanted.

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    Because the truth is

    success didn’t arrive

    when everything went right.

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    It arrived much later,

    wearing the clothes

    my failures stitched for me.

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    And honestly?

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    Looking back,

    those failures did most of the work.

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    I just showed up

    for the success interview.

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Beauty I Grew From♥️

    The Beauty I Grew From♥️

    What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

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    What helped me grow?

    Honestly… my habit of finding joy

    in places no one even checks.

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    I grew when life handed me small moments—

    a pretty sky,

    a good song,

    a silly conversation,

    a smile from someone who didn’t know

    they just made my day.

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    I grew because I laugh easily,

    love openly,

    and get excited over the tiniest things

    yes, even perfectly crispy dosa.

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    I grew when I realised

    life doesn’t have to be perfect

    to feel beautiful.

    Sometimes it’s just one good joke

    away from being amazing.

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    I grew when I loved someone

    with my whole, bright heart

    and loved myself

    with even more sparkle than that.

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    I grew through the “oops” moments,

    the “lol forget it” moments,

    and the “thank God nobody saw that” moments.

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    I grew by staying kind

    even when sarcasm deserved a trophy.

    And by staying soft

    even when the world tried to act tough.

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    Most of all

    I grew because I never stopped choosing happiness.

    Not fake-happy.

    Not show-off happy.

    But the honest, warm,

    “I’m grateful for my life” kind of happy.

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    So yes

    my growth came from joy.

    From dance-in-the-kitchen joy,

    laugh-with-your-friends joy,

    sit-in-silence-and-smile joy.

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    And from knowing that

    no matter what life brings…

    I’ll always find something beautiful in it. ✨

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    ✨The Support Behind My Smile♥️✨

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    And through it all,

    I grew because I was never alone.

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    Because my family held me

    no matter who I was becoming.

    Because my friends stayed close

    even from miles away.

    Because life kept sending

    small lessons wrapped in kindness.

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    If I shine today,

    it’s because of every heart

    that quietly walked with me. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved.

  • If I Could Be Someone Else… I’d Still Pick Me 2.0

    If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

    A digital illustration of a woman in a white and gold saree standing gracefully between two ornate green pillars. She has long dark hair, a magenta blouse, and a soft confident expression. The text above her reads “If I Could Be Someone Else… I’d Still Pick Me 2.0,” and “Nihshabd” is written elegantly at the bottom. Illustration by Rajeshwari.
    Illustration by Rajeshwari

    **I’D STILL PICK THE UPGRADED ME**

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    If I could be someone else for a day,

    honestly—

    why borrow anyone else’s chaos

    when my own evolution is already iconic?

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    I’d choose Me 2.0 —

    the version with fewer meltdowns

    and better brain Wi-Fi.

    The me who eats chocolate on impulse

    and refuses to feel guilty about joy.

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    The me with built-in auto-replies like:

    “Not today, darling.

    My peace is running on premium mode.”

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    A me with a radar

    that detects energy vampires

    from two emotional miles away.

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    The version of me

    who doesn’t argue with the bathroom mirror—

    just lifts an eyebrow and says,

    “You’re doing amazing.

    Stop underestimating your own sparkle.”

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    A me with

    better boundaries,

    cleaner eyeliner,

    and a much smarter list of people

    whose opinions are allowed to land.

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    A me who knows

    when to raise the sarcasm

    and when to raise the silence.

    The Nihshabd version—

    just with a software update.

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    A me who says

    “I deserve softness”

    without whispering it.

    A me who dances

    like people are watching—

    and still doesn’t care.

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    If I could be someone else for a day,

    I’d pick the woman I’m already becoming:

    sharper, softer, louder, quieter—

    all in the right places.

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    Because honestly?

    Why be someone else…

    when the next version of me

    is already legendary in the making?

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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

  • Tiny Creations, Big Heart♥️

    Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.

    Original Artwork © Rajeshwari

    Honestly, I’ve taken on so many.

    I made a crochet skirt and shawl from scratch,

    I shaped mirrors and clay to make my own lippan name plate,

    I painted walls with colours that didn’t even exist in my moodboard,

    Embroidered by © Rajeshwari

    I stitched embroidery till midnight,

    and I illustrated moments that only my silence understood.

    But if I have to choose the most ambitious one…

    it’s the courage to try so many things with my own hands.

    To turn yarn into fabric, clay into art,

    walls into stories,

    Illustrated by © Rajeshwari

    and empty pages into drawings.

    Maybe my biggest DIY project isn’t a single piece —

    maybe it’s the artist I’ve slowly created inside me

    with every stitch, stroke, and sketch. ✨

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari — All Rights Reserved.

    Do not repost or reproduce without permission.