Category: Personal stories

  • If Kiwi Could Talk, We’d Be in Trouble 😂

    If Kiwi Could Talk, We’d Be in Trouble 😂

    If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says?

    If Kiwi could talk, I’m pretty sure food would be her first topic.

    Not because she doesn’t have anything else to say, but because, honestly, why waste a perfectly good opportunity? 😂

    Once that important matter was taken care of, I can already imagine her looking at me and saying, “Now take me to the park. And please don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m going there to walk. I’m going in your lap.”

    Once we reached the park, though, she would suddenly become very independent. She would run around, explore everything, follow whatever caught her attention and do exactly what she wanted. And if we tried to control her, she would probably look at us as if to say, I was perfectly fine until you got involved. 😂

    Then, once we were back home, it would be time for hide-and-seek. The rule is simple: we hide, Kiwi finds us. And somehow, she always looks so pleased when she finds us, as if she has just cracked a case that had the entire family fooled.

    Her brothers would have one little rule to follow: stay away from Mumma. She may love them dearly, but apparently, loving your brothers and sharing your Mumma with them are two entirely different things. 🤭

    And going anywhere without her? Not happening.

    Wherever we go, Kiwi is coming along. She doesn’t need an invitation, a plan or even an explanation. If her people are going somewhere, she has already decided she is going too.

    I sometimes wonder what made her so certain that the entire world revolves around her.

    Then I look at her.

    And realise she probably has a point. 🤭

    Because maybe she isn’t spoiled at all.

    Maybe she has simply mastered the art of being so ridiculously cute that saying no to her feels like a personal attack.

    And that, I suspect, is how a tiny dog becomes the unquestioned princess of an entire household. 👑🐾🤍🦋

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    © NihshabdThe Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved. 

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    READ MORE : Dog Who Understands Me Without Words: Meet Kiwi 🐾♥️, Some Companionships Don’t Need Words

  • The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    What’s the last movie that made you cry?

    The last movie that made me cry? Hmm… I wish I had a dramatic movie name to share here. 😂 But the truth is, I rarely give movies enough time to reach that emotional moment.

    My Complicated Relationship With Movies 😂

    My relationship with movies is a little complicated. I start a movie with full excitement, popcorn in hand (okay, sometimes only imaginary popcorn 😄), and after 5–10 minutes my attention politely walks out of the room. Sometimes I feel even my TV knows me well enough to switch off itself.

    My Real Netflix Is WordPress and Jetpack

    I’m not really a movie marathon person. These days, my real “Netflix” is WordPress and Jetpack. 😄 I spend my time reading people’s blogs, discovering their stories, knowing about their journeys, and getting lost in the beautiful world of words.

    Honestly, there is something magical about reading a stranger’s thoughts and slowly knowing the person behind those words. Every blog feels like opening a small window into someone’s world.

    Pinterest, Illustrations, and Endless Inspiration

    And when I’m not reading blogs, you’ll probably find me wandering around Pinterest — collecting art inspirations, creating imaginary mood boards, saving beautiful illustrations, and convincing myself that “one more idea” won’t hurt. (Spoiler: it always does. My saved folder strongly disagrees. 😂)

    When My Own Creations Make Me Emotional

    Sometimes my own illustrations make me emotional. Not because they are that extraordinary (okay, let me pretend for a second 😜), but because there is a strange joy in looking at something and thinking, “Wow… this came from my imagination and my hands.” 😂

    Maybe it’s the creator in me, but seeing a blank page turn into something meaningful feels like a tiny miracle every time.

    So, the last movie that made me cry? I honestly don’t remember. But a heartfelt blog, a beautiful illustration, an old song, or a simple story from someone’s life can still stop me for a moment.

    The Real-Life Comedy Drama That Made Me Cry 😋

    And finally, when all these things are not enough to keep me entertained, I have one more source of unlimited drama… my husband. 😋

    I go to him with random thoughts, unnecessary discussions, and my never-ending list of things to share. I keep disturbing him so professionally that sometimes he runs out of patience and I get a well-deserved scolding. 😂

    And guess what? That is when I actually cry. 😭😄

    So technically, the last “movie” that made me cry wasn’t a movie at all. It was a live-action comedy-drama starring me and my husband — no tickets required, daily episodes available, and the main character (me) still hasn’t learned her lesson. 😂

    Maybe I’m not a movie person… maybe I’m a little more of a story-hunter, idea-collector, creator, and occasionally a professional husband-annoyer. ✨🦋😂

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    Until the Next Whisper 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the SoulAll Rights Reserved.

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  • Dog Who Understands Me Without Words: Meet Kiwi 🐾♥️

    Dog Who Understands Me Without Words: Meet Kiwi 🐾♥️

    Share a photo of your pet and tell us one thing that makes them uniquely them.

    Meet Kiwi — the first member of Nihshabd. 🐾🤍 Kiwi is the dog who understands me without words. She came into my life at a time when I needed her the most. And ever since she arrived, somehow, everything good in our home has multiplied.


    More laughter.
    More masti.
    More cuddles.
    More love.

    The Dog Who Understands Me Without Words 🐾

    She has these beautiful little eyes that somehow say everything without saying a word. Kiwi truly is the dog who understands me without words, and maybe that’s why she became the first member of Nihshabd because she understands the language of silence better than anyone.

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    But Kiwi is totally different. 😂

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    Kiwi Has Her Own Way of Being Brave 😂

    For starters, she is the bravest dog I know… until she sees a community dog. 😅

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    The moment one appears during our walks, while other pet parents proudly walk past with their dogs barking and showing off their strength, my Kiwi immediately jumps into our lap.

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    “Ahhh… I’m safe now.” 😂

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    And the moment she feels safely tucked into our arms, her confidence magically returns.

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    Safe place secured. Power mode ON. 😅

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    When It Comes to Mum, Kiwi Has Rules ❤️

    She loves everyone dearly, but when it comes to my lap, there is an ongoing competition between Kiwi and my two sons. 😂

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    Then there is her very strict rule:

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    Nobody comes too close to Mum.

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    Not even my boys.

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    Kiwi Wants What the Kids Have 😂

    And I’ve learnt one very important thing about her:

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    Whatever belongs to my boys, belongs to Kiwi too.

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    They get dressed up? She wants to get dressed up.
    They get a new hairstyle? She wants her hairstyle done.
    They wear T-shirts? Put one on Kiwi and watch her happiness! 😂

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    She genuinely believes she is one of the kids—and honestly, we don’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. ❤️

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    She loves her ball, running around, her crazy zoomies and, of course, being pampered.

    My Four-Legged Emotional Support System 🐾

    But her most special superpower is knowing when my emotional data is running low.

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    She somehow senses it.

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    She comes over, climbs into my lap, cuddles up and gives me her little hug.

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    And just like that…

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    Mood restored. ❤️

    Some Souls Don’t Need Words 🤍

    Kiwi isn’t just our pet.

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    She is the jaan (life and soul) of our home, my little happiness package, my four-legged emotional support system and quite possibly the most pampered child in the family. 😂

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    Some souls don’t need words.

    They just look at you with those eyes, climb into your lap, and somehow say everything.

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    That’s Kiwi.
    Totally different. Totally ours.
    🐾❤️

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    More Whispers from Nihshabd 🤍

    The Happiness Department | Happiness Myths and Everyday Joy

    Some Companionships Don’t Need Words

    Kiwi, My Little Magic…

    Nature Is Calm… But My Imagination Is Not 😌🌿🐜My Dream Home (With My Feel, My Chaos, My Magic)

  • The Best Purchase I Ever Made 

    The Best Purchase I Ever Made 

    What is the best purchase you have ever made?

    If someone asked me ten years ago, “What’s the best purchase you’ve ever made?” I probably would have said something sensible. Maybe jewellery. Maybe a good mixer grinder. (Let’s be honest, we all go through that phase.)

    Today, my answer is surprisingly simple.

    My iPad Pro.

    Now, before you roll your eyes and think, “Oh great, another person obsessed with gadgets,” hear me out.

    I didn’t buy it because I wanted to look cool. I bought it because I wanted to draw. Little did I know that this sleek piece of technology would quietly become my therapist, my sketchbook, my entertainment system, and occasionally, the reason for family arguments.

    A few years ago, I was going through a difficult phase. I was quite unwell, and there were days when I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. When you’re sick for a long time, even your favourite hobbies begin to feel distant. That’s when my iPad stepped in.

    Whenever I had a little energy, I picked up my Apple Pencil and started illustrating.

    Something magical happened.

    For those few hours, I wasn’t thinking about medicines, doctor’s appointments, or how miserable I felt. I was choosing colours, drawing outfits, creating faces, and getting completely lost in my own little world. It didn’t cure me, of course, but it certainly made the difficult days much easier to live through.

    Even today, if someone in my family can’t find me, they don’t bother searching the entire house.

    They simply look for the glowing rectangle.

    There I am.

    Drawing.

    Experimenting with new brushes.

    Or confidently telling myself, “Just five more minutes.”

    We all know how that story ends.

    Three hours later, I’m still sitting in exactly the same place.

    My iPad has another important responsibility too.

    It hosts our family Ludo matches.

    Now, if you’ve never fought with your loved ones over someone sending your token back to the starting point, have you really experienced family bonding? We laugh, we argue, we accuse each other of cheating, and then we immediately start another game.

    It’s become a family tradition.

    Looking back, I realise I didn’t just buy a device.

    I bought countless hours of creativity, laughter, distraction, and comfort.

    Some purchases lose their excitement after a few weeks.

    This one somehow became more valuable with time.

    If I had to choose just one thing, my iPad Pro would always be the best purchase I ever made.

    Without a doubt, my iPad Pro has been the best purchase I’ve ever made.

    And yes… every other thing I’ve ever bought is probably feeling a little jealous.

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    Until the next whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • I Had No Seat… Until a Stranger Gave Me His✨

    I Had No Seat… Until a Stranger Gave Me His✨

    Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

    To the strangers I never thanked… this is for you.

    I didn’t have a seat.
    Not even the “adjust a little” kind.

    Holiday rush. Train packed like everyone suddenly remembered they have a home.

    And me?
    Standing there with my bag… and the consequences of my last-minute confidence.

    There was a group on the side lower berth.
    I stood nearby, pretending I was fine…
    while mentally negotiating with the universe for 2 inches of space.

    One of them noticed.

    No speech. No drama.
    Just “Sit.”

    That small space felt like an achievement.

    And then, later that night…
    they did something I didn’t expect.

    They gave up their seat so I could sleep.
    And one of them spent the night near the door.

    No introductions.
    No “remember us.”
    Nothing.

    Just help… given like it was normal.

    And the strange part?
    I didn’t even say thank you.

    But then I thought
    this wasn’t the only time.

    There have been so many strangers
    who showed up quietly, helped without asking,
    and disappeared before I could even process it.

    So this is for all of them.

    Not the loud ones.
    The quiet ones.

    The ones who make space…
    without making it a big deal.

    I hope
    you never need help like that.

    But if you ever do,
    I hope someone shows up for you
    the way you did for me.

    Without thinking twice.

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    A crowded train compartment with a backpack on a seat and a note reading “Thank you, stranger,” under a handwritten title about a stranger offering their seat.
    A seat I didn’t have… and a kindness I won’t forget.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • ** What’s Your Favorite Thing to Cook (And do women ever truly have one?)**

    ** What’s Your Favorite Thing to Cook (And do women ever truly have one?)**

    What’s your favorite thing to cook?

    People often ask me,

    “What’s your favorite thing to cook?”

    It sounds so simple.

    But every married woman I know

    gives that tiny one-second pause

    before answering.

    Because slowly, gently, without any drama,

    her favourites start blending

    with the needs, moods, and cravings

    of the people she loves.

    Mornings begin with

    “What goes in my husband’s tiffin today?”

    “Kids want something crispy?”

    “Someone needs something light?”

    And in those everyday moments,

    our own choices quietly step back.

    Not out of sadness…

    just out of love.

    We women are a little like salt 🧂

    We dissolve.

    We balance.

    We blend into every flavour.

    And sometimes forget

    what our own flavour feels like.

    But still

    cooking remains our calm corner,

    our comfort,

    our softest way of caring.

    My kitchen is where my heart breathes ❤️

    Some mornings, I make

    idli–vada–sambar,

    with both onion chutney and groundnut chutney

    simple food,

    but so full of warmth.

    Vadas and dahi vadas rarely betray me.

    They turn out good most days,

    so for a few minutes

    I proudly behave like a mini MasterChef.

    (My kids already call me “Chef Mumma”

    especially when they want extra.)

    Then there are the special-effort days

    chole bhature with imli chutney,

    crispy soulful parathas,

    and of course,

    the slow-cooked love of

    rajma-rice.

    Each dish fits a mood,

    and somehow my heart knows

    which day needs which plate.

    South Indian meals — my whole kind of comfort 🌿

    My everyday favourites:

    modda pappu, rasam, poriyal, papad,

    and an entire universe of chutneys (pachadi)

    tomato, onion, okra, cabbage, Kandi pachadi, gongura, palak,

    bottlegourd,sesame and so on…

    Simple flavours.

    But deeply soothing.

    Banana Leaf — tradition, health, and a warm kind of love 🍃

    South Indian food truly feels complete

    only when served on a banana leaf.

    When hot food touches the leaf,

    a gentle natural aroma rises

    a fragrance that makes the meal feel

    a little more comforting.

    But there’s more to it.

    Banana leaves are rich in polyphenols

    (the same antioxidants as green tea),

    and when warm dishes are placed on them,

    a tiny bit of that goodness

    infuses into the food.

    A full meal

    rice, rasam, sambar, poriyal, chutneys, papad,

    and a spoon of warm kheer at the end

    feels like a small festival

    even on an ordinary day.

    Soft. Simple. Beautiful.

    Winter… and my Masala Bhat ritual ❄️🍚

    Winter in our home begins

    the day I cook

    Masala Bhat.

    Fresh seasonal vegetables,

    lightly fried,

    mixed with rice

    and my special secret masala,

    finished with a gentle drizzle of ghee

    that fills the whole house

    with a warm, cosy fragrance.

    And always

    spicy tomato–hing chutney on the side.

    It’s the kind of meal

    that wraps you in comfort…

    that makes you pause,

    smile softly,

    and feel a quiet happiness inside.

    A winter hug.

    A family ritual.

    A little moment of joy.

    Food and life… they taste similar 🍽️

    A little sweet,

    a little tangy,

    a little salty,

    a little comforting.

    Never just one flavour.

    And that’s what makes them beautiful.

    Maybe we women are like that too

    balancing everything

    with a soft, steady heart.

    So what’s my favourite thing to cook?

    Honestly?

    Anything that fits the moment.

    Anything that suits the season.

    Anything that makes the people I love

    feel cared for.

    And slowly, gently,

    I’m learning to keep a small plate

    just for myself too.

    Because food like life

    tastes complete

    only when there’s a little bit of my own heart in it. 🌿

    “A traditional Andhra meal served on a fresh banana leaf, featuring steamed rice topped with dal, spicy chutneys, poriyal, papad, curd, vada, curry varieties, and a bowl of kheer—presented in a vibrant, homely South Indian style.”
    “Warm rice, soft dal, crisp papad… and the quiet comfort only a banana leaf can hold.”