NihshabdBlog

Category: Woman for woman

  • My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    Daily writing prompt
    What app eats up most of your screen time — and do you even feel bad about it?
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    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up. If someone had shown me my screen time report a few months ago, WhatsApp and Facebook would have been sitting comfortably at the top. These days, WordPress and Procreate have completely changed that story.

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    My screen time report has had quite the personality makeover.

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    Not too long ago, WhatsApp, Instagram and Facebook proudly competed for the top spot. There was always a message to reply to, a reel to watch, or a post to scroll past while pretending I was “just checking something.”

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    Now they’ve quietly stepped aside.

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    These days, WordPress and Procreate have taken over my screen.

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    WordPress has turned into that strict editor who is never fully satisfied. One moment I’m fixing a typo, the next I’m rewriting an entire paragraph because one sentence suddenly feels “not quite right.” Then comes SEO, categories, tags, featured images… somehow a five-minute edit becomes an hour-long adventure.

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    Procreate isn’t any better.

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    It lures me in with the promise of one tiny change. Just brighten that flower. Adjust one shadow. Make that line a little smoother. Before I know it, I’ve zoomed in so far that I’m perfecting details no one else will probably notice.

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    Together, these two apps have mastered the art of making time disappear.

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    Every Sunday, my screen time report arrives looking slightly judgmental, as if it’s waiting for me to feel guilty.

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    But honestly?

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    I don’t.

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    I still catch myself opening social media out of habit. Old habits don’t disappear overnight. But more often than not, I find myself returning to WordPress to polish another paragraph or opening Procreate to experiment with a new illustration. That’s a habit I’m actually happy to nurture.

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    Because this screen time isn’t leaving me with blurry memories of endless scrolling. It’s leaving me with blog posts I’m proud of, illustrations that make me smile, and ideas that once lived only in my head.

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    So yes, my screen time is still embarrassingly high.

    It’s just no longer spent watching everyone else’s creativity.

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    It’s spent building my own.

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    And somehow, that feels like time very well spent.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Why Are We Always in Such a Hurry?

    Why Are We Always in Such a Hurry?

    I have a question.

    Why do we run to answer the door…

    but tell our own health,

    “I’ll deal with you next week.”

    Funny, isn’t it?

    The doorbell rings…

    and suddenly we’re trying to break our own personal speed record.

    The phone buzzes…

    and we grab it before it’s even finished buzzing.

    Someone texts,

    “Can we talk?”

    And just like that…

    we’ve imagined seventeen different scenarios…

    none of them good.

    Then there are elevators.

    The doors start closing…

    and out of nowhere, we discover athletic abilities we never knew we had.

    One hand goes between the doors.

    One foot follows.

    Dignity? Optional.

    All this to save…

    Seven. Whole. Seconds.

    Everything Has Become an Emergency

    Seriously…

    Why are we always in such a hurry?

    Who convinced us that everything needed immediate attention?

    The parcel can wait.

    The message can wait.

    The sale can wait.

    Even the microwave politely gives us thirty seconds before it starts yelling.

    But us?

    We’re permanently operating in Emergency Mode.

    We’ve somehow trained ourselves to believe that every beep deserves our attention and every bell demands a sprint.

    The funniest part?

    We’re never actually in a hurry for the important things.

    Going to bed early?

    “Tomorrow.”

    Drinking enough water?

    “In a minute.”

    Booking that health check-up?

    “Next week.”

    Replying to that one friend we’ve been meaning to call?

    “This weekend… hopefully.”

    But if our phone vibrates…

    We react like it’s personally calling our name.

    Congratulations! You’ve Won the Marathon of Nothing

    We rush through breakfast.

    Rush through conversations.

    Rush through weekends.

    Rush through birthdays.

    Rush through sunsets because we need the perfect picture before the colours disappear.

    We refresh the food delivery app every thirty seconds…

    as if staring at the screen will make the rider pedal faster.

    We press the elevator button five times…

    apparently because the first press wasn’t convincing enough.

    We stand up the moment an aeroplane lands…

    even though the doors aren’t opening for another ten minutes.

    Somewhere between all that rushing…

    Life quietly walked past us.

    Probably…

    at a perfectly normal speed.

    Maybe Everything Doesn’t Need a Sprint

    Here’s a wild idea.

    The next time your doorbell rings…

    Don’t sprint.

    Don’t perform a 100-metre dash across the living room.

    Just…

    Walk.

    Normally.

    Take one deep breath.

    Smile.

    Open the door.

    I promise…

    The delivery person won’t disappear because you took six extra seconds.

    And if they do leave…

    They’ll probably come back tomorrow.

    But here’s the thing…

    Parcels can be redelivered.

    Meetings can be rescheduled.

    Messages can wait.

    Life doesn’t.

    So maybe the real question isn’t…

    Why are we always in such a hurry?

    Maybe it’s…

    What are we so afraid we’ll miss… that we’re missing life itself?

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    Until the next whisper…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Which outdated technology do you miss the most, and why?

    Which outdated technology do I miss the most?

    Outdated technology wasn’t always convenient. It tested our patience, refused to cooperate, and occasionally stopped working for no apparent reason. Yet somehow, it gave us something modern gadgets rarely do—stories worth telling.

    The correct answer is…

    Yes.

    I miss all of it.

    Please don’t make me choose. That’s like asking a grandmother which grandchild she loves the most.

    Old technology wasn’t just technology.

    It was a full-time family member.

    Why Outdated Technology Was So Memorable

    The landline had no concept of privacy.

    If your friend called, the entire household knew before you did.

    Someone would yell from another room…

    “Phone! It’s for you!”

    By the time you reached it, three people had already guessed who was calling and why.

    Then there was the TV antenna.

    One brave soul would climb onto the terrace while another stood inside giving directions that made absolutely no sense.

    “A little left!”

    “No… the OTHER left!”

    “Perfect! Don’t move!”

    The poor fellow became a human TV stand for the next two hours.

    Cassette tapes had anger issues.

    Every now and then they’d chew up your favourite song just because they could.

    And who came to the rescue?

    A pencil.

    Imagine explaining to Gen Z that a stationery item once repaired music.

    How Old Technology Taught Us Patience

    Camera rolls taught us confidence.

    You got 36 photos.

    No previews.

    No filters.

    No deleting.

    No “Let’s take one more.”

    If your eyes were closed…

    Congratulations.

    That’s your face for the next twenty years.

    The internet had a soundtrack.

    That legendary dial-up noise.

    Let It wasn’t pleasant.

    It sounded like a fax machine arguing with an alien.

    But hearing it meant adventure was about to begin…

    …unless someone picked up the landline.

    Game over.

    Life Before Smartphones Was Beautifully Imperfect

    Phone diaries were tiny books filled with numbers we actually remembered.

    Today my phone remembers everyone.

    I remember no one.

    Streaming platforms gave us thousands of movies.

    Video rental shops gave us happiness.

    There’s a difference.

    And television…

    Television knew when to go home.

    Late at night, the channel would simply end.

    No endless autoplay.

    No “Because you watched…”

    Just a polite goodnight.

    Why We Still Miss Outdated Technology

    I don’t really miss outdated technology because it was better.

    Half of it tested our patience.

    The other half stopped working whenever it felt like it.

    I miss it because it had limits.

    It forced us to wait.

    To fix things instead of replacing them.

    To laugh when they didn’t work.

    And, most importantly…

    when technology switched off…

    we switched on.

    Maybe that’s the outdated feature I miss the most.

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    Maybe we don’t miss the gadgets. Maybe we miss the life we lived around them… and the people we were because of them.

    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

    Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

    Do you think we’re shaped more by our experiences or by who we are?

    I’ve seen this debate so many times that I wouldn’t be surprised if Life started it just to entertain itself.

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    Are we shaped by our experiences…
    …or by who we already are?

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    I think we’ve been asking the wrong question all along.

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    We’re Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

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    Everything that happens after that is simply another revision.

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    When we’re born, life hands us a rough draft.
    A little courage.
    A little fear.
    A heart that trusts far too easily.
    An ego that occasionally believes it knows everything.
    No map.
    No instruction manual.
    No “Ctrl + Z.”

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    Just a cheerful, “Good luck. You’ll figure it out.”

    And then people happen.

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    Some walk into our lives carrying sunshine.
    Some arrive looking like sunshine…

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    until they quietly become a power cut.
    Some stay.
    Some leave.
    Some leave… while taking a piece of us with them.
    Life never really warns us which is which.

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    It simply smiles and says,
    “Character development.”

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    Life has terrible timing… but an annoyingly good eye for editing.

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    I’ve often wondered…

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    Do heartbreaks make us stronger…
    or do they simply introduce us to a version of ourselves we had never met before?

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    Do betrayals make us suspicious…
    or were we always the kind of people who loved without checking the expiry date?

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    Maybe experience isn’t the whole story.
    Maybe neither are we.

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    Perhaps it’s never just about what happens to us… but also about what happens within us.

    The same disappointment visits two people.

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    One closes every door.
    The other learns which doors were never worth knocking on.

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    The same criticism breaks one person.
    Another quietly thanks it years later.

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    The same betrayal hardens one heart…
    and deepens another.

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    Funny, isn’t it?

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    Life gives the same exam…
    but we all write different answers.

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    Maybe that’s why no two people come out of the same storm looking alike.

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    Life writes the questions.
    Our choices write the answers.

    I’ve met people who praised me in public…
    and edited my character in private.

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    I’ve also met people who quietly stitched pieces of my confidence back together…
    without ever telling me they did.

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    Life introduced me to both.

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    Who I became after meeting them…
    that part was mine.

    I don’t think experiences arrive to change us.
    I think they arrive to reveal us.

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    Just like the tide.
    It doesn’t create the ocean.

    It simply shows us how deep it has always been.
    The waves don’t ask permission.
    They come.
    They leave.

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    And somehow…

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    the shore is never quite the same.
    Neither are we.

    Some experiences erase illusions.
    Some restore hope.
    Some teach us to walk away.
    Others remind us why staying is sometimes the braver choice.

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    Every joy adds a sentence.
    Every loss strikes one out.

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    Every unexpected kindness writes an entirely new paragraph.
    Without realizing it, we keep becoming newer editions of ourselves.

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    Not perfect.
    Just… a little wiser than yesterday.

    So…
    are we shaped more by our experiences…
    or by who we are?

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    I still can’t choose.

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    Because life may hold the editor’s pen…
    but it can only edit the pages we were born with.

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    Perhaps that’s the quiet truth.
    We don’t become someone else.

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    We slowly discover who was hiding beneath every revision.
    Still imperfect.
    Still learning.
    Still wonderfully unfinished.
    Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

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    Until the next whisper… 🤍
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • If I Had to Be an Animal for a Week | A Butterfly’s Lesson

    If I Had to Be an Animal for a Week | A Butterfly’s Lesson

    If you had to be an animal for a week, which one would you be and why?

    If I Had to Be an Animal for a Week…

    A butterfly 🦋

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    Not because she’s beautiful.

    But because she has absolutely no idea that she is.

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    She doesn’t fly past flowers thinking,
    “Good morning, everyone. Kindly admire my wings.”

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    No.

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    She simply wanders from bloom to bloom,
    living her tiny, colorful life
    without checking mirrors,
    without counting likes,
    without asking,
    “Do these wings make me look fat?”

    (Imagine if butterflies had social media.
    “Just hatched. No filter.” 🦋)

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    The funny part?

    Nobody applauds the caterpillar.

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    Let’s be honest.

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    If a caterpillar applied for a beauty pageant,
    even the leaves would politely excuse themselves.

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    But then comes the quiet miracle.

    The waiting.

    The breaking.

    The transformation.

    And suddenly…
    the same little creature that once crawled
    begins to fly.

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    Gold becomes pure only after enduring fire.

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    A butterfly becomes beautiful only after surviving its cocoon.

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    Maybe we are not so different.

    Most of us never realize how much we’ve grown.

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    We keep showing up.

    We keep loving.

    We keep healing.

    We keep surviving.

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    We rarely notice the strength we’ve earned
    or the beauty that quietly settled into our souls.

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    Someone else sees it long before we do.

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    So today, this little butterfly is for everyone who still thinks they are “just a caterpillar.”

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    your transformation is already happening.

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    You don’t have to rush it.

    You don’t even have to see your own wings yet.

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    Just keep becoming.

    One day you’ll look back and realize…

    It was never the wings that made you beautiful.

    It was everything you survived before you learned to fly.

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    🦋 Before the Butterfly Flew…

    So perhaps the butterfly’s greatest lesson is this:

    Be grateful for the cocoon.

    Without it, there would never have been wings.

    🦋

    Until the next whisper… 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Be Your Own Therapist | A Poem on Self-Healing

    Be Your Own Therapist | A Poem on Self-Healing

    Be Your Own Therapist is a heartfelt poem about self-healing, emotional strength, and finding peace within. Sometimes, the person who understands you best is your own heart.

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    Be Your Own Therapist💗

    Not every wound asks for witnesses.
    Some only long for your gentle touch.
    The heart doesn’t always need answers…
    Sometimes, it only needs acceptance.

    Be Your Own Therapist: Self-Healing Begins Within

    The world may hear your words,
    but only you can hear the silence between them.
    Sit with your pain.
    Listen without judgment.
    Be kind to the soul that has carried you this far.

    Understand Yourself First

    Not everyone will understand your battles,
    and that is perfectly alright.
    You don’t have to explain every scar
    to prove that it once hurt.

    The strongest conversations
    are often the quiet ones
    you have with yourself.

    Choose Yourself Every Day

    Be your own safe place.
    Your own comfort.
    Your own reminder
    that healing isn’t loud—
    it blooms softly,
    just like the quietest flower after the longest storm.

    When Silence Speaks

    There will be days
    when your smile feels heavier than your tears,
    when your voice trembles
    even in the quiet of your own room.

    On those days,
    don’t abandon yourself.
    Sit beside your broken heart
    the way you would sit beside someone you love.

    Healing Is a Gentle Journey

    Healing doesn’t arrive overnight.
    It comes in small moments—
    when you forgive yourself,
    when you stop chasing everyone’s approval,
    and when you finally realize
    that your peace is worth protecting.

    Every gentle step you take toward yourself
    is a victory no one else can measure,
    but your soul will always remember.

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    Sometimes healing is not about fixing yourself. It is about sitting quietly with your emotions, accepting every broken piece, and trusting that even the deepest wounds soften with time. The love you keep searching for outside often begins within your own heart.

    Closing Thoughts

    When the world cannot understand your heart, let your heart become the place where you are always understood.

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    Until the next story… 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • What Villain Actually Had a Good Point? Maybe It Was Mogambo

    What Villain Actually Had a Good Point? Maybe It Was Mogambo

    What villain actually had a good point?

    If someone asked me, “What villain actually had a good point?” I’d probably laugh first. Then I’d quietly say, “Mogambo.” Yes, the larger-than-life Bollywood villain with the unforgettable dialogue. Strange as it sounds, growing older has made me realize we weren’t just laughing at him—we were overlooking the one thing he got absolutely right.

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    What Villain Actually Had a Good Point?

    Agreeing with a Bollywood villain feels almost illegal.

    It’s like saying,

    “Monday is my favourite day.”

    Or admitting,

    “Traffic builds character.”

    Or smiling after seeing,

    “Your OTP has expired.”

    Some opinions are simply not meant to be spoken aloud.

    Yet…

    if someone asked me,

    “What villain actually had a good point?”

    I’d clear my throat…

    look around to make sure Gabbar isn’t listening…

    and quietly whisper,

    “Mogambo.”

    Yes.

    The man with the ridiculous uniform.

    The dramatic laugh.

    The world’s most committed shoulder pads.

    The One Dialogue We All Laughed At

    For years,

    we laughed every time he declared,

    “Mogambo khush hua!” (Mogambo is pleased.)

    Children copied it.

    Comedians mimicked it.

    Memes kept it alive.

    But adulthood…

    has a strange habit.

    It takes old movie dialogues,

    dusts them off,

    and suddenly whispers,

    “Listen carefully this time.”

    Because maybe…

    Mogambo wasn’t celebrating evil.

    Maybe…

    he was celebrating something much smaller.

    Something all of us quietly crave.

    To be appreciated.

    The Real Plot Twist Nobody Noticed

    Look around.

    Your mother serves hot rotis

    while eating hers cold.

    Nobody claps.

    Your father fixes a leaking tap,

    pays another bill,

    pretends he isn’t tired.

    Nobody notices.

    The office colleague

    who remembers everyone’s birthday.

    The security guard

    who greets every resident before sunrise.

    The teacher

    who stays back after class

    for the student who’s afraid to ask questions.

    The friend

    who says,

    “Call me if you need anything.”

    …and actually means it.

    No background music.

    No slow-motion entry.

    No standing ovation.

    Just ordinary people

    performing extraordinary kindness

    so quietly

    that the world mistakes it for routine.

    What Villain Actually Had a Good Point?

    Perhaps…

    that’s why Mogambo smiled.

    Not because his plans worked.

    Not because he ruled the world.

    But because…

    for one brief moment,

    someone noticed him.

    Think about it.

    When was the last time

    someone looked at you

    and said,

    “I saw your effort.”

    “Thank you.”

    “You made today easier.”

    Not,

    “You’re amazing.”

    Just…

    “I noticed.”

    Funny, isn’t it?

    We chase promotions,

    likes,

    followers,

    certificates,

    bonuses…

    when sometimes,

    one genuine

    “I’m glad you’re here.”

    heals a heart

    more than all of them combined.

    Maybe the Villain Was Right…

    No…

    I’m not defending the missiles.

    Or the evil plans.

    Or that unforgettable fashion disaster.

    Let’s not get carried away.

    But this one thing?

    I’ll give him that.

    Every heart—

    whether it belongs to a child,

    a parent,

    a homemaker,

    a teacher,

    a nurse,

    a driver,

    or the quiet soul who keeps everyone else going—

    wants to feel

    seen.

    Because appreciation

    isn’t about feeding someone’s ego.

    It’s about feeding someone’s spirit.

    A flower doesn’t bloom because you command it to.

    It blooms

    because someone remembered to water it.

    People aren’t very different.

    And perhaps…

    that’s the joke Bollywood never intended us to understand.

    We spent years laughing whenever he said,

    “Mogambo khush hua.”

    Maybe we were laughing

    because we thought

    only villains wanted appreciation.

    Then life happened.

    Now we secretly wait

    for the same three words—

    not from strangers,

    not from the whole world,

    but from someone who knows

    how hard we’ve been trying.

    So…

    if you ever see someone

    quietly carrying more than they talk about…

    don’t wait for an award ceremony.

    Don’t wait for a farewell speech.

    Don’t wait until they’re gone.

    Tell them today.

    “I noticed.”

    “Thank you.”

    “You matter.”

    Because perhaps…

    the greatest heroes don’t need louder applause.

    They just need to know their silent battles were never invisible.

    And if a Bollywood villain had to remind us of something so beautifully human…

    then maybe…

    just maybe…

    Mogambo really did have one good point. ❤️

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    Keep noticing the quiet heroes around you. ❤️

    Love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • If You Could Live Anywhere in the World | Never Just One Place

    If You Could Live Anywhere in the World | Never Just One Place

    If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

    Confession: The day my husband gets a transfer order, I become suspiciously happy. 🤭If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? My answer is never as simple as naming one place.

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    Most people hear the word transfer and immediately think about packing boxes, changing schools, endless paperwork and starting life all over again.

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    I hear transfer and my brain goes,

    “Ooo… where are we going this time?” 😄

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    I know.

    I sound slightly crazy.

    But after all these years, I’ve accepted it. I don’t just enjoy new places…

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    I actually look forward to them.

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    So when today’s prompt asked,

    “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

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    I realised something.

    I don’t dream about one perfect place.

    I dream about the excitement of discovering the next one.

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    I Think Change Is My Favourite Adventure

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    I’ve never been someone who can happily stay in one place forever.

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    After a few years, everything becomes predictable.

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    I know which road has the least traffic.

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    Which grocery shop has the freshest vegetables.

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    Which neighbour will ring the bell without calling first.

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    Which bakery sells the softest bread.

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    And strangely…

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    that’s exactly when I start craving something new.

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    Not because I’m bored.

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    But because I love that feeling of being a beginner again.

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    Thankfully, I married someone who understands that feeling.

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    You know that saying, “Ram milaye jodi…”?

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    That’s us. 🤭

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    One transfer order…

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    Two overexcited people.

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    Every New City Comes With New Stories

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    I’m not saying moving is easy.

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    It’s not.

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    Packing somehow creates three times more things than we actually own.

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    School admissions deserve their own Olympic event.

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    For the first few weeks, we open ten boxes before finding the one thing we need.

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    And somehow…

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    the scissors are never in the box marked “Stationery.” 😂

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    But then comes my favourite part.

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    The first walk around the neighbourhood.

    The excitement of discovering a tiny café.

    Finding the vegetable market.

    Learning shortcuts.

    Getting lost anyway.

    Smiling at strangers who slowly stop becoming strangers.

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    Every city has its own personality.

    Some wake up early.

    Some come alive after sunset.

    Some welcome you with amazing food.

    Others test your patience with traffic.

    Every place teaches me something.

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    And every move quietly reminds me that I’m far more adaptable than I thought.

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    If You Could Live Anywhere in the World, Here’s My Answer

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    If you asked me to choose one place for the rest of my life…

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    I’d struggle.

    Not because there aren’t beautiful places.

    But because I know myself.

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    Sooner or later, I’d look out of the window and wonder,

    “I wonder what life is like somewhere else.” 🤭

    Maybe that’s why I don’t believe home is a city.

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    Or a house.

    Or even an address.’

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    Home is wherever my family is…

    and wherever life gives us another chance to begin again.

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    So, if I could live anywhere in the world…

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    My answer would probably disappoint everyone expecting the name of a country.

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    I’d simply say,

    “Wherever the next adventure decides to take us.” ❤️

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    And honestly…

    I can’t wait to see where that is.

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    Until the next beginning,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    Who is your favorite blogger to follow?

    When today’s prompt asked, “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”, I smiled.

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    Have you ever noticed…

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    Some people don’t simply appear on your screen.

    They quietly become a part of your day.

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    You wait for their next post.
    You smile when their notification pops up.
    And without even realizing it…
    they become a small, beautiful habit.

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    That’s exactly how I feel.

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    Every blog I read leaves behind something precious.

    A thought.
    A smile.
    A lesson.
    A different way of seeing the world.

    .

    Every favorite blogger to follow has left a little piece of themselves behind—and I’ve been fortunate enough to carry those pieces with me.

    .

    I’ve learned so much from all of you that keeping score became impossible long ago.

    .

    Names were never the important part.

    The feeling was.

    .

    Whenever I publish something, I catch myself checking my notifications more often than I’d like to admit.

    .

    “I wonder who’s visiting today…”

    .

    And then I remind myself…

    You all have lives beyond WordPress.

    You’re not sitting there waiting for my next post.

    (Although… if you are, I promise I won’t complain. 😄)

    .

    But every time you stop by…

    Every time you spend a few moments reading my words…

    It feels like you’ve gifted me a tiny piece of your day.

    .

    That kind of kindness can’t be measured in likes, comments, or followers.

    .

    It’s simply felt.

    .

    So if today’s prompt asks,

    “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”

    .

    My answer is easy.

    It’s the people who remind me why I love this community.

    The ones who make me smile before I’ve even opened their post.

    The ones who have quietly become a part of my story.

    .

    Before you leave…

    Please know this.

    You are far more appreciated than you realize.

    .

    Every visit makes me smile.
    Every comment stays with me.
    Every like quietly whispers,

    “Keep writing.”

    .

    Thank you for being here.

    For reading.
    For encouraging.
    For inspiring.

    .

    And most of all…

    For turning my words into conversations,
    and this journey into something truly meaningful.

    .

    If you ever wondered whether you matter here…

    you do.

    More than you know.

    More than I’ve ever found the words to say.

    .

    Thank you for reminding me that words have the most beautiful way of bringing strangers together…

    .

    …until they begin to feel like home.

    .

    You may have come here to read my words…

    but somewhere along the way,

    you became one of the reasons
    I never stopped writing them.

    .

    And if, while reading this,
    you found yourself smiling…

    .

    please keep that smile.

    Because chances are…

    this was written with you in mind.

    .

    I’m grateful for each one of you.

    More than words can ever say.

    .

    Maybe that’s what makes this community feel so special.

    .

    We begin as strangers…

    and somewhere along the way,

    become a part of each other’s stories.

    .

    Until the next story…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?

    The biggest friendship lesson I’ve learned recently? Trust is beautiful, but blind trust can be expensive. Sometimes people leave—not because you failed, but because their chapter in your story was only meant to be that long.

    The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

    One lesson has quietly changed the way I look at people.

    Apparently, not everyone who says, “Trust me,” comes with a warranty.

    Once upon a time, I believed friendship worked like Wi-Fi.
    If we connected, I stayed connected.
    No questions asked.
    No background check.
    No software updates.

    Spoiler alert:
    That version of me has now been discontinued.

    I used to think trusting someone completely was a beautiful quality.
    It still is.
    Just… not on Day One.

    Life has taught me that some people are meant to stay.
    Some are simply passing through.
    And some arrive only to leave behind a life lesson wrapped in the gift paper of disappointment.

    The funny part?

    When trust breaks, your brain suddenly turns into a full-time detective.

    “Wait… was that a red flag?”

    “Oh… so THAT’S what they meant.”

    “Wonderful. My hindsight has finally joined the conversation.”

    It hurts. Of course it does.
    Because you don’t mourn the friendship alone.
    You also mourn the version of yourself that believed it would last forever.

    But here’s the perspective that changed everything for me…

    Maybe their chapter was never meant to become your whole book.

    Some people are a paragraph.
    Some are a plot twist.
    Some are simply the editor who teaches you what you’ll never publish again.

    And then life does something unexpected.

    It quietly introduces new people.

    People who don’t make you question your worth.
    People who don’t leave you guessing.
    People who don’t heal you with grand speeches, but with consistency, kindness, and the peace they bring into your life.

    So no, a broken friendship isn’t always the ending.

    Sometimes it’s just life clearing a seat for someone better.

    Now I still trust people.

    I just let trust grow at walking speed instead of giving it a Formula One car on the very first day.

    Turns out, that’s much easier on the heart… and far less expensive for the emotional repair department.

    Keep your heart kind… just don’t skip the Terms & Conditions. 😉

    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari