Category: Self Reflection

  • The Art of Never Stopping Wonder

    The Art of Never Stopping Wonder

    I have a tiny problem.

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    I refuse to outgrow curiosity.

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    While sensible adults
    are busy pretending
    they have life all figured out,

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    I’m still the person asking,

    “Ooh… what’s that?”

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    I have Googled things
    I absolutely didn’t need to know.

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    Why octopuses have three hearts.

    Why bread smells so good.

    Why socks disappear in the washing machine.

    (That last one is clearly a conspiracy.)

    I read signboards in unfamiliar streets.

    Open books just because the title winks at me.

    Take the longer route home…

    just to see what I’ve been missing.

    People call it distraction.

    I call it field research.

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    I collect tiny adventures
    the way some people collect souvenirs.

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    A new word.

    A forgotten lane.

    A café chosen
    simply because it smelled like stories.

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    I’ve started conversations
    with old books,
    street cats,
    my houseplants,
    and yes…
    they all seem
    better listeners than some humans.

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    Curiosity has an expensive hobby.

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    It steals my time,
    fills my phone with screenshots,
    opens thirty browser tabs,
    and somehow convinces me
    that I absolutely must know
    how astronauts wash their hair,
    why flamingos stand on one leg,
    or who decided
    pineapple belonged on pizza.

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    My search history
    could confuse a detective.

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    Honestly…

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    what a delightful way
    to confuse one.

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    Life has taught me
    that the best discoveries
    rarely arrive with a grand announcement.

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    Sometimes they hide
    inside a conversation with a stranger…

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    a recipe from an old aunt…

    a child’s impossible question…

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    or a wrong turn
    that somehow feels exactly right.

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    The day I stop wondering,

    “What happens if…?”

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    someone should check my pulse.

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    Because I don’t want a life
    where every page is already highlighted.

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    I want dog-eared corners.

    Unexpected chapters.

    And enough curiosity
    to keep annoying algorithms
    that think they’ve already figured me out.

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    After all,

    the world is far too interesting

    to behave like I already know it.

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    So yes…

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    I am a lifelong learner.

    Not because I want all the answers—

    but because being an explorer
    is far more fun
    than pretending to be an expert.

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    Until the next story… 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?

    I stared at this prompt for a good five minutes, convinced my brain had simply forgotten something.

    Then it hit me.

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight. 

    That’s the only answer this prompt gave me.

    Surely there had to be something.

    Bitter gourd? Early mornings? Silence? Staying home? Folding laundry?

    Nope.

    Maybe that was the answer.

    The more I thought about it, the more I realized…

    I couldn’t answer this prompt because the things I love today are the very things I loved as a child.

    I’ve been suspiciously eighty years old since I was eight.

    As a child, I loved hiding in a quiet corner with a notebook, doodling, writing stories, humming old melodies, and creating entire worlds that existed only in my head.

    Apparently, my idea of fun has always been… unconventional.

    And some things, apparently, never left me.

    I still stop to admire butterflies in the garden.

    I still collect pretty leaves because… well, someone has to appreciate them.

    I still get embarrassingly excited when a rainbow appears, as if the sky made it just for me.

    Apparently, I’ve been delightfully easy to please my entire life.

    Some people outgrow these little joys.

    I seem to have renewed my subscription every year.

    I still get ridiculously excited by a blank page.

    I can lose track of time while making something with my hands.

    The smell of books still deserves its own perfume.

    A beautiful sky can stop me mid-sentence.

    A handwritten letter still feels more magical than a text message.

    Growing up didn’t make me fall in love with these things.

    It simply gave me permission to stop apologizing for loving them.

    Maybe that’s adulthood.

    Not discovering new passions…

    But realizing the little “boring” things you loved all along were never boring at all.

    Turns out, my younger self wasn’t strange.

    She simply knew what made her happy.

    Although…

    The more I think about it, the less certain I am.

    Was I really eighty years old when I was eight…

    Or am I still eight at heart?

    Because I still stop for butterflies.

    I still smile at rainbows.

    I still bring home pretty leaves.

    I still think clouds tell stories.

    I still believe the sky puts on a show just because someone remembered to look up.

    Maybe I’ve spent my whole life being an old soul…

    With the heart of an eight-year-old.

    And honestly?

    I hope that never changes.

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    Until the next quiet thought,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Garden Within: A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

    The Garden Within: A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

    What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?

    Dear 20-year-old me,

    I know you’re chasing butterflies.

    You call them dreams,
    people,
    opportunities,
    love.

    But they’re all butterflies.

    The more desperately you run after them,
    the farther they seem to fly.

    So you run.

    Across years.

    Across heartbreaks.

    Across versions of yourself.

    Convinced that happiness is always
    one step ahead,
    one promotion away,
    one relationship away,
    one miracle away.

    And every time something beautiful leaves,
    you blame your hands for not holding on tightly enough.

    What you don’t know yet
    is that butterflies were never meant to be caught.

    They were meant to be admired.

    One day,
    without announcing itself,
    life will change the question.

    Instead of asking,
    “How do I keep beautiful things from leaving?”

    You’ll start asking,

    “How do I build a beautiful life, even when they do?”

    And that’s when everything changes.

    You’ll plant tiny seeds—
    a quiet morning,
    a good book,
    a laugh that reaches your eyes,
    people who feel like sunlight,
    dreams that belong only to you.

    Slowly,
    almost secretly,
    a garden will begin to grow.

    And then one morning,
    you’ll notice something strange.

    The butterflies are back.

    Not because you chased them.

    Not because you begged them to stay.

    But because beautiful things are naturally drawn
    to places where they can rest.

    Looking back, I realize that every experience—the beautiful ones and the painful ones—helped shape this garden. Some became flowers, some became thorns, but each of them taught me something about who I was becoming. Perhaps growing up is not about creating a perfect life. Perhaps it is about learning to find beauty, meaning, and gratitude in every season we live through.

    🌿 The secret was never learning how to catch butterflies.
 It was learning how to grow a garden worth returning to.

    With love,
    Rajeshwari
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

    If you’d like to linger a little longer, here are a few thoughts that grew from the same garden:

    Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    Healthy Boundaries in Relationships: A Guide to Lasting Love

  • 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 🧿💕

  • Your Report Is Normal. You’re Not.

    Your Report Is Normal. You’re Not.

    Report Pending

    Not every test needs to be about blood levels,
    sometimes… you should run a scan on your heart too.

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    Maybe it’s not your hemoglobin that’s low
    maybe your patience ran out somewhere between
    “it’s okay” and “I’m tired.”

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    Maybe it’s not a vitamin deficiency,
    maybe you just haven’t felt
    a little genuine warmth in a while.

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    Calcium seems fine, sure
    but your backbone?
    slightly bent… from always adjusting for others.

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    And this “I’m fine” report
    you keep handing out like free samples
    have you ever actually verified it
    with yourself?

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    Because the real deficiencies
    don’t show up in lab results.

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    They show up in late replies,
    in cancelling plans you once looked forward to,
    in saying “it’s nothing”
    when it clearly… isn’t.

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    But hey,don’t panic.
    This is pretty standard these days.
    A little broken, a little tired,
    a little too good at pretending
    welcome to the package deal 😄

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    Just… once in a while,
    put yourself back on your own priority list.

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    Before one day the report reads:
    Personality: Low
    Care for self: Critically low

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    Prescription:
    Take a break.
    And maybe… take yourself seriously for once.

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    A moody, sepia-toned illustration of a person sitting alone overlooking a city at sunset, with a medical report marked “normal” and handwritten notes reflecting hidden emotional struggles.
    Everything looks fine… until you look a little deeper.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments

    The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments

    What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

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    The Kind of Happiness No One Talks About

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    I don’t think happiness is always loud.

    It doesn’t always look like achievements or perfect days.

    Sometimes it’s just… small things quietly working in your favor,

    and you noticing them at the right moment.

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    Here are five things that do that for me:

    1. When I don’t have to rushy

    No urgency. No pressure.

    Just doing things at my own pace

    it feels like I got my life back for a few hours.

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    2. When something I was overthinking works out normally

    No drama. No worst-case scenario.

    Just a simple, calm outcome.

    Almost disappointing… but mostly peaceful.

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    3. When I laugh at something I didn’t expect to

    A random line, a silly moment, nothing extraordinary

    but it shifts my whole mood.

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    4. When silence feels comfortable, not heavy

    No need to fill it. No need to explain anything.

    Just being… without performing.

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    5. When I realize I handled something better than before

    No announcement, no big moment —

    just a quiet “okay… I’ve grown a little.”

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    It’s strange how these moments don’t look important,

    but somehow… they are the ones that stay.

    Not loud enough to post about,

    but strong enough to carry you through the day.

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    A warm, sunlit cozy setup with tea, notebook, flowers, and soft shadows, featuring the title “The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments” and the signature “Nihshabd.”
    Soft moments, simple joys, real happiness 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Lesson They Never Wrote on the Blackboard” ⭐

    Lesson They Never Wrote on the Blackboard” ⭐

    Describe something you learned in high school.

    What High School Really Taught Me

    High school didn’t just teach me subjects… it taught me how life quietly works behind the scenes.

    Like that one teacher who didn’t just “teach”—he performed.

    He would sing poems instead of reading them. And somehow, words that once felt heavy started dancing. I didn’t realize it then, but he wasn’t teaching poetry… he was teaching how to feel language.

    Then there was another lesson—simple, almost scary in its honesty:

    “Time is passing continuously, and your life is quietly reducing with each day.”

    At that age, it sounded dramatic. Now, it sounds like truth wrapped in a whisper.

    High school also taught me something unofficial—

    How we all pretend to have it together while secretly figuring things out.

    We learned formulas, yes.

    But we also learned:

    how to laugh during boring lectures, how to decode teachers’ moods faster than textbooks, how friendships can feel like forever… and sometimes end without warning, and how one kind word from a teacher can stay longer than an entire syllabus.

    If I had to sum it up—

    High school didn’t prepare me for exams.

    It prepared me for moments.

    And honestly…

    somewhere between unfinished homework and shared lunchboxes,

    we were unknowingly learning how to be human.

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    High school taught me more than just lessons from textbooks—it taught me how to find joy in little moments, laugh through chaos, and carry memories that stay long after the bell rings.
    Between books, bells, and memories… some lessons stay forever ✨

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

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

    Not What You Do… What You Ignore Makes You Different

    Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

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

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    Not what they love.

    Not what they achieve.

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    But the things they see… understand…

    and still go,

    “yeah… not worth my energy.”

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    Because let’s be honest

    Some people react to everything.

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

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    And some people?

    They read, understand, overthink a little…

    and then just close the chat like,

    “I choose peace… and snacks.”

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    You’ll notice

    Some people can’t ignore a single message

    like it’s their moral responsibility to reply.

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    And some…

    will see the notification,

    process it emotionally, mentally, spiritually…

    and still decide:

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

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

    Sometimes it just means

    they’ve unlocked a level where

    not every situation deserves a reaction,

    not every thought deserves a speech,

    and not every “hmm” needs a paragraph reply.

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    Meanwhile

    Some of us will notice everything,

    overthink everything,

    create 3 alternate scenarios…

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    and still reply:

    “haha makes sense” 👍

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    Growth? Maybe.

    Confusion? Also yes.

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    That’s uniqueness.

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    Not what affects you

    but what doesn’t anymore.

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    Not what you say

    but what you consciously decide

    not to turn into a whole episode.

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    And honestly? 😏

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

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

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

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

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

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

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

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

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

    Not because I didn’t understand it…

    but because I rarely used it.

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    It would sit quietly on my lips,

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

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    And I told myself it was kindness.

    Which, to be fair, it was…

    just not always towards myself.

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    So I said yes

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

    And somewhere in all of that,

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

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    The strange thing is

    nothing ever broke.

    Except a little bit of my energy,

    a little bit of my space,

    and sometimes… my mood, which deserved better 😄

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

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

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

    In those tiny pauses…

    where I began to wonder,

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

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    And recently… I tried it.

    A small, gentle, slightly nervous “no.”

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    No drama.

    No disappointment worth mentioning.

    Just… a little more room to breathe.

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

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    So maybe this is a reminder

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

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

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

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    And as for me…

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

    a new version is quietly making its way

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

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Six Months of Me 

    What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

    Illustrated by Rajeshwari

    My biggest challenge in the next six months?

    Staying loyal to the life I truly want,

    not the one I’ve been conditioned to settle for.

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    Choosing peace over pressure

    even when pressure arrives dressed as responsibility.

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    Choosing clarity over chaos

    even when chaos feels familiar,

    comfortable,

    or expected.

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    Choosing myself

    quietly, consistently,

    without apologizing for the space I take

    or the peace I protect.

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    Because not everything is worth my energy,

    and not everyone deserves front-row access

    to my mind, time, or heart.

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    And in the end… a small reminder to every woman:

    Choose yourself.

    Every time.

    Without guilt.

    Without hesitation.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    (Poem & Illustration ©Rajeshwari.

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