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Chaos, Love & Unlimited Laughter

What makes you laugh?

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“What makes me laugh?

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Oh, where do I start…

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My kids’ nonsense logic that somehow defeats all my ‘grown-up wisdom’.

Ludo games that turn into mini Mahabharat at home.

Friends who roast me like it’s their full-time job.

And my husband… who thinks he’s the calm, sensible one,

but ends up giving me the most reasons to smile—without even realising it 😄

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I laugh at silly jokes, terrible puns, and those random moments that make no sense but feel like magic.

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Sometimes, it’s not even funny…

but it’s ours — and that’s enough to laugh till it hurts.

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I think I don’t just laugh at things…

I laugh with people I love.

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And honestly, that’s my kind of happiness 🤍✨”

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Message to all women 🤍

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We are the ones who turn houses into homes,

who fill ordinary days with warmth and laughter.

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Not everything deserves a place in your heart—

let the small things go,

and hold on to the joy that’s already waiting for you.

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Live freely, laugh openly,

and keep your home—and your heart—full of light ✨💛

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Where chaos feels like love and laughter feels like home 💛

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 29, 2026
When “Being Big” Was the Only Plan

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was five,

I didn’t want to be something…

I wanted to be everything

(with zero effort, obviously).

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Doctor

because I owned a plastic stethoscope

and confidence levels higher than actual doctors.

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Teacher

just to say,

“Silence!”

to people who weren’t even talking.

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Pilot

because I thought waving hands

could control air traffic.

(Still think that sometimes in traffic jams.)

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And sometimes…

I just wanted to be my mother.

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Wearing her saree,

standing in front of the mirror,

fixing pleats that never stayed,

pretending I had somewhere important to go.

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No job title.

No big dream.

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Just… her.

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Then came the real ambition

to be “older.”

Not successful.

Not happy.

Just… older.

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Because older people

had no homework,

no bedtime,

and unlimited authority

to say “because I said so.”

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Scam of the century, honestly.

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I also wanted to be rich

so I could buy

all the chocolates in the world…

and still cry over the wrong toy.

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Priorities were clear.

Logic was not required.

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Funny thing is

nobody asked,

“What will you actually become?”

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Because at five,

dreams didn’t need backup plans,

or Excel sheets,

or self-doubt.

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They just needed

a random Tuesday afternoon

and a little imagination.

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Now people ask me that question

with deadlines in their eyes.

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“What do you want to be?”

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And I almost say

five again.

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Because back then,

I wasn’t confused…

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I was just

limitless without pressure.

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Now I’m focused…

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…on pretending I know

what I’m doing.

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 28, 2026
Not Ego. Not Attitude. Just Tired…

What’s something most people don’t understand?

What’s something most people don’t understand?

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That not every distance is ego.

Not every silence is attitude.

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Sometimes, it’s just a person getting tired…

tired of explaining,

tired of repeating,

tired of being the only one who cares a little too much.

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Funny how people call it “attitude”

when you finally stop over-explaining yourself.

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Because apparently,

being available all the time = “good nature”

but choosing your peace = “changed person.”

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Strange math, right?

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Sometimes silence isn’t cold…

it’s just calm after too much noise.

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And distance?

Not revenge. Not drama.

Just a quiet way of saying—

“I deserve better conversations than this.”

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But most people won’t get it.

Because understanding requires listening…

and not everyone is there yet. 🤍

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 27, 2026
Mom Life: No Off Button, Only Notifications

How has technology changed your job?

Technology has completely transformed a mom’s job…

Earlier, I was just “Mom.”

Now I’m Mom + IT support + Data manager + Notification analyst 😄

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From “Mom, where are my socks?”

to

“Mom, the Wi-Fi is slow.”

Because obviously, I personally control the internet of the entire country.

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I now remember everyone’s passwords, usernames, IDs…

Except mine.

Mine is always wrong.

Even when I type it with full confidence and emotional investment 😄

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And yes, my favorite line has also upgraded

“Sit properly… look educated!”

Now applicable for video calls, online classes,

and those moments when the camera suddenly turns on without warning 😄

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But the real plot twist?

School communication.

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There was a time when one diary note ruled my life.

Simple. Peaceful. Manageable.

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Now… I live inside WhatsApp.

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Class group.

Section group.

Whole batch group.

Parents group.

Teachers group.

Dance group.

Music group.

Drawing group.

Tuition group.

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At this point, I don’t open WhatsApp…

I enter a battlefield. 😄

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100 messages unread.

90 are “Thanks.”

5 are “Noted.”

3 are stickers.

And 2 are actual important ones…

which I will definitely miss 😄

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And of course, that one message

sent at 11:47 PM

“Children have to bring chart paper, printout, glue, glitter, and full creativity tomorrow.”

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Tomorrow means… in 6 hours.

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Technology made things easier, they said.

Yes.

Now panic also comes in HD quality 😄

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I’ve become highly skilled though

I can cook, reply, scroll, track chargers,

decode school instructions,

and mentally manage 27 notifications

all at the same time.

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Basically, I’m running

a small startup called

“Family & Their Devices Pvt. Ltd.” 😄

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No salary.

No leave.

No appreciation mail.

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Just constant notifications…

called

“Mom… just one minute…” 😄

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 26, 2026
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 🧿💕

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March 25, 2026
Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

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Maybe my secret skill lives somewhere

between words… and the spaces I draw around them ✨🎨

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I don’t just write what I feel,

I sketch it too

turning quiet emotions into little illustrations,

where a line can hold a memory,

and a shade can carry a story 💭🖌️

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Sometimes, when words fall short,

my drawings step in…

and when sketches feel incomplete,

my words jump in like

“don’t worry, I got this” 😌🤝

(Yes, full teamwork… inside one slightly overactive brain 😄)

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It’s like I live in two worlds at once

one made of sentences,

and the other of soft strokes and imagination ✍️🎨

A bit crowded? Maybe.

A bit chaotic? Definitely.

But boring? Never 😄

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I notice small things, feel deeply,

and then overthink just enough

to turn it all into something “meaningful” 🤭

(Overthinking: my unpaid full-time job 😄)

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Somewhere along the way, I picked up a quiet little superpower

not mind reading, just understanding what isn’t said.

Not assumptions, just actions, pauses, and little shifts.

What people can’t put into words, I somehow feel…

maybe I just listen a little beyond words 😊

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Sometimes I write something beautiful…

then read it again after 5 minutes and go

“hmm… was that really me?” 😅

Self-doubt and creativity best friends forever 😂

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If I could wish for something more,

it wouldn’t be perfection…

just the freedom to create without hesitation,

to express without filters,

and maybe… to not overanalyse everything I create 😄💭

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Because honestly…

thoda funny, thoda messy, thoda emotional

yahi toh life hai, isn’t it? 😊✨

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And in the end,

no matter how many skills we carry,

no matter how special our abilities seem…

if they don’t hold kindness within them,

they quietly lose their meaning 🤍

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Maybe the most beautiful skill of all

is simply this

to create, to express,

and still remain kind 🌸

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 24, 2026
A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️

What is your favorite type of weather?

Favorite Weather?

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There was a time when my favorite weather was rain…

Getting drenched without a second thought, chai, pakoras, and just living for myself.

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Then life updated me to Motherhood Version 2.0 😄

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Now weather means:

* Rain = “Oh no, bring the clothes inside!”

* Winter = “Did you wear your sweater? Wear another one!”

* Summer = “Did you drink water? I’ve asked three times already!”

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And the biggest climate shift…

From “What do I like?”

To “What keeps my kids okay?” ☁️

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Honestly…

I don’t crave any romantic weather anymore.

My favorite weather is simply this:

✔ Uniforms dry on time

✔ No one falls sick

✔ And “Mummmaaa…” sounds normal, not urgent 😄

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Sounds funny… a little sarcastic too…

But it’s true

After becoming a mother, even the seasons don’t belong to you,

They follow your children’s routine 😌

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Sometimes I remember…

There was a time I enjoyed the rain…

Now it rains, and I manage laundry 🤦‍♀️

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But then I realize…

Maybe this is what motherhood is

Not forgetting your choices,

Just happily postponing them ❤️

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And honestly…

In doing all this for them,

I find my favorite “weather” anyway

Their laughter 😊

—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 23, 2026

Life Didn’t Give Me One Teacher… It Gave Me a Full Faculty

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

Who was my most influential teacher?


I wish I had a simple, respectable answer.
Like a name. A subject. Maybe a life-changing lecture.

But no.

My life clearly didn’t believe in “one teacher theory.”
It went for a full faculty.

My two sons?
Oh, they are my senior professors —
unpaid, unpredictable, and permanently unsatisfied with my performance.

One teaches me patience.
The other makes sure I practice it. Daily. Intensively.

And then there are others…

Some people came into my life just to test my emotional stability —
and left after completing their assignment.

Some taught me practical things…
like where files are saved.
(Let’s just say… that lesson had to be repeated. Multiple times.)

Some introduced me to recipes,
and some to reality checks.

A few taught me how not to overreact —
which, honestly, felt like a very personal attack at the time.

Someone taught me to laugh loudly,
without worrying about who’s watching.

And someone else had the audacity to prove
that it’s never “too late” to start again —
which is inspiring… but also mildly inconvenient.

Some held my hand when I needed support.
And some didn’t —
which, in hindsight, was their way of saying,
“Welcome to the advanced level. Figure it out.”

From embroidery threads to iPad tools,
from breakdowns to breakthroughs —
my education has been… extremely hands-on.

So no, I don’t have one “most influential teacher.”

I have a whole syllabus.
A slightly chaotic, emotionally charged, occasionally uninvited syllabus.

And life?
It didn’t ask me to enroll.

It just started the class.

—Rajeshwari🧿💕

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March 22, 2026

Stories I Wish I Could Create Every Day

What do you wish you could do more every day?

“Rekha ji—timeless, effortless, unforgettable.”

**She doesn’t arrive,

she happens.

Like a pause

the world didn’t know it needed—

deep, composed,

and unapologetically her.

Red, not as a color…

but as a statement.**

“A legacy, draped in red.”

**And somewhere,

a girl stands draped in echoes—

of mothers,

of rituals,

of quiet expectations.

But look closer…

She isn’t just wearing tradition,

she is rewriting it—

in her own rhythm,

in her own breath.**

“Two souls, one rhythm.”

**Then the world loosens a little…

Laughter slips in,

steps miss,

hands find their way anyway.

No perfection,

no performance—

just two people

choosing each other

in the middle of movement.**

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Maybe that’s what I wish for—

to create more moments like these…

where people don’t just look beautiful,

they feel real.

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—Rajeshwari🧿💕

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

March 21, 2026
No Ink, Just Imprints ✨

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

“What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?”

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Honestly… I’ve never really thought about it.

No saved designs, no secret wishlist.

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Not because tattoos aren’t beautiful—

they truly are—

but maybe because I’ve always felt

that the things I carry…

don’t need to be written on my skin.

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Some people tell their stories in ink,

I seem to hold mine in words, in pauses, in quiet feelings.

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It’s not fear of permanence…

just the absence of a need.

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And if someday I ever choose to mark something—

it probably won’t be a tattoo…

it’ll be a feeling,

something invisible,

yet present everywhere.

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So no tattoo for me…

just a heart quietly full of stories. 🖤

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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March 20, 2026