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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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    Read more:

    A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    My Life Has No Direction… and That’s Exactly the Direction 😌

  • 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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    Read more : Collecting Colours the World Forgot

    Nature Is Calm… But My Imagination Is Not 😌🌿🐜

    Which Animal Am I? A Whole Wildlife Sanctuary

  • Future of Technology: Or the Future of Us?

    Future of Technology: Or the Future of Us?

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a piece of technology you’re convinced will exist in 20 years?
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    Few things fascinate us more than the future of technology. Today’s WordPress prompt asks a simple question: “What’s a piece of technology you’re convinced will exist in 20 years?”

    What a wonderfully impossible question.

    Isn’t it fascinating?

    We struggle to predict tomorrow.

    We don’t know who we’ll meet, what news will change our lives, which idea will reshape the world, or what discovery is quietly waiting in someone’s mind right now.

    Yet, ask us about twenty years from now…

    …and suddenly we speak as though we’ve already seen the future.

    We confidently describe flying taxis, AI companions, robotic surgeons, colonies on Mars, and technologies that sound almost certain.

    But the future has never followed the blueprints we drew for it.

    History reminds us that every generation believed it had a clear picture of tomorrow.

    Every generation was surprised.

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    Can We Really Predict the Future of Technology?

    Maybe the most remarkable invention of 2046 isn’t something we can name today.

    Maybe it hasn’t even been imagined yet.

    And perhaps that’s the real beauty of the future.

    It refuses to be fully understood before it arrives.

    Instead of asking what technology will exist twenty years from now, I find myself wondering something else.

    Who will we be when it arrives?

    Will we become kinder because of our inventions?

    Will we use intelligence to create more wisdom… or simply more convenience?

    Will all our progress help us understand one another better—or merely help us move faster?

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    The Prediction That Matters Most

    I have little doubt that technology will continue to amaze us.

    Machines will become smarter.

    Our lives will become easier.

    The impossible will slowly become ordinary.

    But here is the prediction I truly wonder about…

    As our machines become more human,

    will we slowly become more like machines?

    Will efficiency replace empathy?

    Will instant answers make us forget the beauty of patient conversations?

    Will emotions become inconveniences in a world that values speed above all else?

    Or will we choose differently?

    Perhaps the greatest invention of 2046 will not be one that thinks faster than we do.

    Perhaps it will be one that quietly reminds us what it means to be human.

    Because if, twenty years from now, our technology has evolved beyond imagination but our compassion has not…

    then the future will have advanced,

    but we won’t have.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • 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

  • 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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    Read More: The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

  • The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

    The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a chapter of your life you’d title "The Hard Years" — and what got you through it?
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    The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

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    Hard Years don’t always arrive with a warning. They quietly become a chapter of our lives where every day feels a little heavier than the last. If you’ve ever lived through The Hard Years, you know they don’t just change your circumstances—they change you.

    When Life Quietly Changes You

    Have you ever looked back and realised there was a season that quietly changed everything?

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    Not one terrible day.

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    Not one heartbreaking moment.

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    But a chapter that stretched longer than you ever expected.

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    If I had to give it a name, I’d call it The Hard Years.

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    They’re the years when you keep showing up, even when you’re running on empty. You smile because people expect you to. You answer, “I’m fine,” because explaining the truth feels exhausting.

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    From the outside, life looks ordinary.

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    Inside, you’re simply trying to make it through another day.

    The Battles No One Sees

    The hardest battles are rarely visible.

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    Someone is grieving while attending family dinners.

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    Someone is worrying about bills while laughing with friends.

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    Someone is carrying fear behind a perfectly normal conversation.

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    That’s the strange thing about The Hard Years.

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    They teach us how much people can hide behind a smile.

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    Maybe that’s why kindness matters so much.

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    We never really know what chapter someone else is living through.

    Hope Doesn’t Always Make a Grand Entrance

    Looking back, I realised hope never arrived like a miracle.

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    It came quietly.

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    A cup of tea on a difficult evening.

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    A message from someone who somehow knew I needed it.

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    The smell of rain.

    A familiar song.

    A peaceful sunrise.

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    None of these things changed my life overnight.

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    But they reminded me that even difficult seasons have moments worth holding on to.

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    Sometimes, hope isn’t about escaping the darkness.

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    It’s about finding one small reason to keep walking through it.

    The Chapter That Never Got the Last Word

    People often say difficult times make us stronger.

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    I think they make us gentler.

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    They teach us to listen more carefully, judge less quickly, and appreciate ordinary days we once took for granted.

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    Every life has a chapter called The Hard Years.

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    Some chapters last longer than others.

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    Some leave deeper scars.

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    But none of them were ever meant to be the ending.

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    One day, you’ll look back and realise those years didn’t just test your strength.

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    They revealed it.

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    And perhaps that’s the most beautiful plot twist of all.

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    The Hard Years were never the final chapter.

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    They were simply the pages that made the next ones worth reading.

    Until next story,

    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • If My Bank Passbook Had a Sequel

    If My Bank Passbook Had a Sequel

    What’s a Book You Think Deserves a Sequel? My Bank Passbook!

    If My Bank Passbook Had a Sequel—I’d buy it without reading the reviews. Forget fantasy novels and bestselling classics. The only book I truly want a sequel to is my bank passbook, preferably with more deposits, fewer bills, and a guaranteed happy ending.

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    Most people would choose a timeless classic.
    I didn’t even have to think twice.

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    Mine is… my bank passbook.

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    Once upon a payday,
    it opened with great delight.
    The numbers smiled,
    the future looked bright.

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    Then entered the villains—
    rent, groceries, bills,
    school expenses,
    and those irresistible online thrills.

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    Every chapter grew thinner,
    every page sighed,
    my balance became
    something it preferred to hide.

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    The ATM looked at me
    with quiet sympathy.
    Even the receipt seemed to whisper,
    “We’ll get through this… hopefully.”

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    So yes,
    what’s a book you think deserves a sequel?

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    My bank passbook.

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    I’m waiting for the edition
    where deposits arrive
    without farewell speeches,
    expenses learn some manners,
    and the balance finally says,

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    “Relax… this story has a happy ending.”

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    Until then,
    I’ll keep turning the pages,
    hoping the next chapter
    is written by good luck…
    instead of my shopping cart.

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    If My Bank Passbook Had a Sequel, I’d happily call it the best financial fiction ever written.😎

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    With a smile,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • 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

  • A Little Chaos, A Lot of Great Stories

    A Little Chaos, A Lot of Great Stories

    Is a little chaos actually good for us?

    A little chaos keeps life wonderfully interesting. After all, the best stories are rarely planned.

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    If you ask me… absolutely!

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    In fact, I think a little chaos is one of life’s best ingredients. Too little, and life becomes predictable. Too much, and we’re calling customer care. The sweet spot lies somewhere in between.

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    Imagine a day where everything goes exactly according to plan.

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    You wake up on time.

    Every traffic signal is green.

    The queue at the supermarket disappears the moment you arrive.

    Your internet never buffers.

    Your coffee is the perfect temperature.

    Google Maps never makes a mistake.

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    Sounds wonderful…

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    For about three days.

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    After that, you’d probably start looking for adventure in the vegetable aisle.

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    The truth is, life without a little chaos would be like watching the same movie every single day. Comfortable? Yes. Memorable? Not at all.

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    I’m talking about the harmless kind of chaos.

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    The kind where you spend ten minutes looking for your glasses… only to realize they’re sitting on your head.😒

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    Or you confidently wave at someone, only to discover they were actually waving at the person behind you.🫣

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    Embarrassing?😪

    A little.

    Funny later?

    Always.😌

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    Why a Little Chaos Makes the Best Stories

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    One of my favourite unexpected moments happened soon after we shifted to a new place.

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    We had to reach somewhere important, so naturally, we trusted Google Maps with complete faith. It confidently guided us through one road… then another… then a road that looked like it hadn’t seen another car in years.

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    Still, we kept driving.

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    Because if Google sounded confident, who were we to question technology?

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    Finally, we reached our destination.😍

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    Except…

    There was no destination.

    There was only water.

    Lots and lots of water.

    No office.

    No building.

    No signboard.

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    Just us, sitting inside the car, staring into the distance, wondering if we’d accidentally signed up for a boat ride instead.

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    To make things even more interesting, there wasn’t enough space to turn the car around. Reversing the car felt like a practical exam we hadn’t prepared for.

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    And then came the line that still makes us laugh.

    In the happiest voice imaginable, Google Maps proudly announced,

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    “You have reached your destination.” 🤩

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    Excuse me…

    Which destination?

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    The fish seemed to know where they were going.

    We certainly didn’t.

    At that moment, it wasn’t funny.

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    Today?

    It’s one of our favourite family stories.

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    The Best Stories Are Never Planned

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    And that’s exactly why I believe a little chaos is good for us.

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    Our best memories rarely begin with,

    “Everything went exactly according to plan.”

    They begin with,

    “You won’t believe what happened…”

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    Those unexpected detours become dinner-table stories.

    Those tiny disasters become inside jokes.

    Those confusing moments become memories we laugh about for years.

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    Life has a funny way of teaching us that the destination isn’t always the best part of the journey. Sometimes it’s the wrong turn, the unexpected delay, or the hilarious mistake that stays with us forever.

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    If every day unfolded perfectly, what stories would we even tell?

    “I reached on time.”

    “Nothing happened.”

    “The day was normal.”

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    Well…

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    That’s not exactly the kind of story people ask you to repeat.

    So yes, I think a little chaos is actually good for us.

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    It keeps us humble.

    It keeps us flexible.

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    Most importantly, it keeps life wonderfully interesting.

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    Because years from now, we won’t remember the days when everything was perfect.

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    We’ll remember the day Google Maps confidently introduced us to a lake and declared,

    “You have reached your destination.”

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    And honestly…

    I’m grateful it did.

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    Those are the moments that turn ordinary days into unforgettable stories.

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    Now it’s your turn.

    What’s your favourite little chaos moment—the one that was stressful then but absolutely hilarious now? I’d love to read your story in the comments!

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    Until our next unexpected adventure… ✨

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari