NihshabdBlog

Category: Unspoken

  • Call It By My Name

    Call It By My Name

    If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

    If something were named after me,

    it wouldn’t be a place or a thing…

    .

    It would be something mysterious—

    something people would call by my name,

    without really knowing what it means…

    .

    A feeling you can’t quite put into words,

    yet somehow… it stays with you.

    .

    A little calm, a little chaos,

    a little love… and a little unnecessary overthinking 😄

    .

    Something soft, like a familiar fragrance you can’t place,

    warm, like a hug you didn’t know you needed,

    and filled with a quiet kind of love you don’t have to explain.

    .

    Honest… sometimes beautifully, sometimes a little too much.

    .

    A little charm, a little magic,

    a little ‘what is wrong with me’ kind of bevkoof energy 🤭

    .

    And somehow…

    something you keep coming back to,

    even when you don’t fully understand why.

    .

    Maybe not perfect,

    just a little mysterious…

    but impossible not to love 🤍✨

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • She learned to stay quiet.

    She learned to stay quiet.

    Not because she lacked words,

    but because her feelings were often treated

    as something to manage, not understand.

    She learned that softness

    is frequently mistaken for weakness.

    That asking questions invites judgment.

    That silence can feel easier

    than constantly explaining herself.

    As a girl, she carried things inward

    fears she couldn’t name,

    confusion she was told to ignore,

    emotions she was asked to regulate

    before she truly understood them.

    As a woman, she learned to carry more.

    To love deeply without guarantees.

    To remain composed

    even when her inner world felt unsteady.

    She has flaws.

    She overthinks.

    She feels intensely.

    She doubts herself on quiet days

    when no one sees how much effort it takes to stay standing.

    And still

    she shows up.

    She does the best she can

    with what she has,

    right where she is.

    Wherever she goes,

    she brings something subtle yet powerful

    her presence,

    her warmth,

    her quiet resilience.

    She may not always feel confident,

    but she moves with grace.

    She may not always feel certain,

    but she keeps choosing forward motion.

    She smiles not because life is gentle,

    but because hope is a practice she returns to.

    Again and again.

    There are truths women don’t speak of.

    Not due to a lack of strength,

    but because silence sometimes protects

    more than words ever could.

    Fear, love, embarrassment, longing

    they coexist,

    woven into the same heart.

    This space is for that quiet power.

    For the charm she never announces.

    For the aura she carries effortlessly.

    For the woman who keeps becoming,

    even when no one is watching.

    “If this spoke to you, you’re welcome to sit with it for a while. Some stories don’t ask to be answered — only held.”