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  • Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

    The oldest thing I’m wearing today
    is the way I still fall in love with tiny things. 🌸

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    Tiny joys.
    Tiny moments.
    Tiny unnecessary happiness that serves absolutely no purpose except making life feel softer.

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    I still look at the moon like she personally came to visit me.
    I still pause for orange skies, old songs playing from another room, cold pillows, and the smell of books I had no intention of buying.

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    Some people became cooler with age.
    I became the kind of person who whispers “the sky looks so pretty today” like it’s confidential information.🫣

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    I still listen to songs older than me like they’re personal memories.
    I still open cupboards just to touch my mother’s old sarees sometimes
    soft with time, carrying the quiet fragrance of another generation.
    And somehow, certain fabrics don’t just hold threads,
    they hold festivals, old conversations, familiar laughter, entire versions of home.

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    And honestly, I think that’s the oldest part of me.

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    Not my habits.
    Not my memories.
    Not even the emotional damage carefully marinated over the years.

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    Just this stubborn little ability to be delighted by life.

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    And truthfully, I wasn’t always like this.
    There was a time I thought happiness had to arrive loudly
    as achievements, big moments, big plans, big miracles.

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    But the last few years quietly taught me otherwise.

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    Now I think life mostly happens in smaller ways.

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    In warm tea.
    In window seats.
    In hearing your favorite song unexpectedly.
    In someone remembering how you take your chai.☕️
    In old songs drifting through another room while the evening slowly settles around you.

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    Maybe growing up was never supposed to mean becoming less amazed.✨
    Maybe the real tragedy is how many people stopped noticing the softness around them.

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    Meanwhile, I’m still out here treating fairy lights like a spiritual experience and old sarees like heirlooms from another universe.

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    And frankly?
    I hope that part of me never ages. ✨
    Someone has to keep reacting to flowers and clouds like they’re celebrity sightings. ☺️

    Warm nostalgic artwork with old sarees, books, tea, and the title Some Things Refuse to Age ✨
    Some softness never really leaves us. 🌸

    With Love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter

    Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter

    Apparently life looked at my carefully planned storyline, laughed dramatically, spilled coffee on the script, added unnecessary character development, a few trust issues, three emotional plot twists, and then said —
    “Now survive this, princess.” 🎭✨

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    And honestly?
    For a while I thought the story was over.

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    Because nobody prepares you for the chapters where you outgrow people, dreams change addresses, happiness becomes shy, and even your own mirror looks at you like,
    “Girl… what exactly are we doing?” 😭

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    But maybe that’s the beauty of life.
    It doesn’t ask us to stay the same person forever.

    Maybe we were never meant to remain the “good chapter.”
    Maybe we were meant to become the author. 🌙

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    So yes…
    rewrite the story.

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    Delete the scenes where you begged for bare minimum love.
    Cut off the side characters who only appeared for drama and free emotional snacks.
    Give yourself the main-character background music you deserved from the beginning. 🎻✨

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    Romanticize your healing.
    Wear the outfit.
    Start again at 28, 38, or 78.
    Text less. Sleep more.
    Stop shrinking to fit places that couldn’t even hold your honesty.
    And please… stop treating your dreams like spam messages. 😭

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    Because the truth is
    some endings are not tragedies.
    They’re just life clearing the stage before your real entrance.

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    And one day, when everything finally makes sense,
    you’ll sit with your older, wiser self, sip overpriced coffee dramatically, and whisper


    “Thank God I rewrote that chapter.” ☕✨

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    Until then…
    keep the mystery alive, keep the heart soft, and keep editing the story like a slightly unhinged poet with WiFi and emotional damage. 💌

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    A dreamy illustrated woman in a soft ivory saree sits by a golden sunset window, quietly rewriting her story in a journal. The aesthetic cover features warm cinematic lighting, elegant typography, and the title “Too Glamorous To Stay In The Wrong Chapter” with the author name Nihshabd below.
    Soft heart. New chapter. ✨🌙

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Too Weird to Follow, Too Chaotic to Lead 👑

    Too Weird to Follow, Too Chaotic to Lead 👑

    Are you a leader or a follower?

    “Leader or follower?”
    Neither, honestly 😭

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    I’m the self-appointed queen of my own chaos. 👑✨

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    Some days my brain gives TED Talks,
    some days my heart starts a rebellion,
    and some days the butterflies in my stomach
    run a full circus without permission 🦋🎪

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    I don’t follow crowds…
    but trusting me as a leader is also a risky business.
    Even my own plans look at me and say,
    “Girl… be serious for once.” 🫣

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    My inner compass doesn’t point north.
    It points toward
    “whatever feels dramatic and fun.” 💫

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    And honestly?
    I’ve stopped trying to look “sorted.”
    The universe clearly made me with extra glitter,
    questionable decisions,
    and a personality that treats peace like a temporary side quest 😌

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    I romanticize tiny moments,
    argue with myself like a podcast guest,
    create fake scenarios before sleeping,
    and somehow survive every emotional plot twist
    with late-night overthinking,
    pretty sunsets,
    and pure cinematic delusion ✨🌙

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    People keep asking me to “pick a lane,”
    but I am the traffic, the weather, and the unexpected detour 😭🦋

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    So no
    I’m not a leader.
    I’m not a follower.

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    I’m just the main character
    of a beautifully confused little universe
    where logic is optional,
    vibes have permanent authority,
    and chaos wears a tiny invisible crown 👑💫

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    A dark dreamy aesthetic poster with soft butterflies, golden sparkles, and elegant typography reading “Too Weird to Follow, Too Chaotic to Lead” signed by Nihshabd. 🦋✨
    Too magical for rules, too chaotic for labels 👑🫣

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit

    Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit

    List your top 5 favorite fruits.

    I used to think choosing favorite fruits was easy.
    Then I realized fruits are basically people with vitamins.

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    Some look sweet and ruin your peace.
    Some look hard and turn out softer than your overused pillow.
    And some… honestly belong in therapy.

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    So here’s my completely unscientific, emotionally damaged fruit ranking:

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    1. Mango

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    The dangerously attractive people.
    Zero consistency. Full personality.
    They appear once a year, disturb your emotional balance,
    make life feel cinematic for three days,
    then vanish like a government website after login.

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    2. Banana

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    The simple, dependable people.
    No confusion. No emotional puzzles.
    Just kindness, consistency,
    and replies that don’t require detective work.

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    The kind of people
    who say “reached home” without being reminded
    and somehow restore your faith in humanity a little. 🍌

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    3. Coconut

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    Looks emotionally unavailable.
    Probably replies with “hmm.”
    But secretly has the softest heart imaginable.
    Opening up to them, however, requires tools, patience,
    and possibly divine intervention.

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    4. Grapes

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    Friend groups.
    You invite one person for chai
    and suddenly there are eleven people sitting in your room
    finishing your snacks and judging your taste in music.

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    5. Watermelon

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    Looks huge. Feels promising.
    But after cutting through all the effort,
    it’s somehow 87% water and disappointment.

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    At this point, my life doesn’t need healing.
    It needs refrigeration. 🍉😭

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    Because every time I meet someone new,
    my heart starts acting like it found
    “limited edition seasonal fruit” again.

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    And honestly?
    Some people are not red flags.
    They’re just fruits you forgot to refrigerate in time.

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    Minimal aesthetic poster with warm sunlight, books, dried flowers, and the quote “Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit.”
    Some people ripen beautifully.
    Some disappoint quietly. 🍂

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary

    Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary

    What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

    “Maybe the smallest improvement I can make is treating myself like someone I actually plan to keep for a long time.”

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    Which honestly means
    drinking more water and having fewer imaginary arguments in the shower.

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    Maybe it means sleeping on time
    instead of collecting emotional damage and dark circles like limited edition souvenirs.

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    Maybe it’s learning that I deserve the same softness
    I so casually pour into everyone else
    like warm chai on rainy evenings,
    like fairy lights glowing quietly in a messy room,
    like finding one stubborn little firefly still shining in the dark. ✨

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    And perhaps healing isn’t some dramatic movie montage.
    Maybe it’s just:
    buying yourself flowers for no reason,
    laughing at your own jokes,
    walking slowly after the rain,
    letting your heart do tiny butterfly dances again,
    and no longer treating your happiness like a guest who should leave early.

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    Because life feels strangely lighter
    when you stop behaving like you’re temporary. 🌈

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    Maybe that’s the real surprise adulthood never warned us about
    that peace does not arrive with fireworks and background music.
    Sometimes it arrives quietly…
    through clean bedsheets, a favorite song at midnight,
    unexpected compliments, sleepy smiles,
    and those rare sparkling moments when your heart suddenly whispers,
    “wait… life is actually beautiful today.” ✨

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    And maybe loving yourself is not always deep or poetic.
    Maybe sometimes it’s wonderfully silly
    dancing badly while cooking,
    watching the rain like it personally wrote a love letter to your soul,
    smiling at strangers,
    buying snacks as emotional support,
    and protecting your inner light like a tiny jar full of fireflies glowing against the dark.

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    Because after everything,
    I think we all deserve a life that feels a little softer…
    a little warmer…
    a little more like butterflies, rainbows, laughter, rain-soaked evenings, and coming home to yourself again. 🦋🌧️✨

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    A dreamy rainy-evening illustration with fairy lights, butterflies, flowers, and glowing fireflies surrounding the quote “Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary” with the signature Nihshabd. ✨🌧️🦋
    Tiny acts of softness can save a heart quietly learning to stay. 🌈✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Everyone I Met Changed Me Somehow ✨

    Everyone I Met Changed Me Somehow ✨

    Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.

    Honestly… at this point, my entire life feels like one long educational group project where everyone came to teach me something. 😭✨

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    Some people came like motivational speakers

    “Believe in yourself.”
    “Follow your dreams.”
    “Stay positive.”

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    And some came like unpaid life coaches disguised as red flags. 🚩😂

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    One taught me patience by replying after 3 business days.

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    One taught me self-respect by underestimating me.

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    One taught me boundaries by crossing every possible one.

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    One taught me trust…
    and then personally demonstrated why trust issues exist. 😭

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    But if I’m being real, every person left behind something valuable.

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    The kind ones reminded me that humanity is still soft somewhere beneath all the noise.

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    The difficult ones taught me strength I didn’t know I had.

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    The temporary ones taught me that not everyone is meant to stay forever… and that’s okay.

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    And the people who hurt me the most?
    Surprisingly, they pushed me closest to myself.

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    Because after every disappointment, every awkward ending, every silent goodbye…
    I met a newer version of me.
    A stronger one.
    A calmer one.
    A wiser one.

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    So when people ask,
    “Who had the biggest positive impact on your life?”

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    I genuinely cannot choose one person.

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    Some healed me with love.
    Some healed me with lessons.
    Both mattered.

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    And maybe that’s the beautiful thing about life
    not everyone enters our story to stay,
    some simply arrive to help us become who we were meant to be. 🌸✨

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    A dreamy sunset-themed featured image with glowing lights, a journal, and the title “Everyone I Met Changed Me Somehow” beside the name Nihshabd. ✨
    Some people became memories, some became lessons… all became a part of me. 🌸✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Freedom Feels Like Being Yourself ✨

    Freedom Feels Like Being Yourself ✨

    What does freedom mean to you?

    Freedom, for me, is very simple…
    not having to ask anyone before choosing my own happiness. ✨

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    Because the moment your happiness starts depending on people’s permission, moods, replies, opinions, timing, or “dekhenge”…
    that’s not freedom anymore. That’s unpaid emotional internship.🫣😅

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    Freedom is laughing without lowering my volume.
    Going out without giving a TED Talk explanation.
    Buying small things that heal my inner child.
    Saying “no” without writing a 14-page apology letter in my head afterwards. 😂

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    It’s being around people who feel light.😌
    The kind who make life softer, funnier, easier.
    Where friendship feels like chaos + comfort together.
    Where support comes naturally.
    Where love doesn’t feel like surveillance. 🤍

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    Freedom is not overthinking every tiny thing.
    Not rereading messages like an FBI officer.
    Not sitting there wondering
    “Did I say too much?”
    “Did I sound weird?”
    “Should I disappear forever now?” 😒

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    It’s being carefree enough to romanticize little moments…
    good coffee, random drives, late-night conversations, butterflies in the stomach, silly jokes, dramatic playlists, and people who make your heart smile quietly. 🦋✨

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    And honestly?
    I think real freedom is when your heart finally feels safe being itself…
    without performing, proving, shrinking, or begging to be understood.

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    Bas…
    aise log mil jayein life mein
    jinke saath you can be completely yourself —
    witty, emotional, dramatic, strong, soft, annoying, funny… all at once 😭🤍
    then life already feels magical.


    And maybe that’s the kind of freedom we all deserve…
    a life where we don’t have to abandon ourselves
    just to be loved by others.
    🌻

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    A warm sunset aesthetic featuring a girl peacefully sitting on a balcony with coffee, surrounded by handwritten notes and soft doodles, with the quote “Freedom Feels Like Being Yourself ✨” and “Nihshabd” written artistically.
    Maybe freedom is just this…
    being yourself without feeling guilty for it. 🦋✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • My Mother — The Soft Strength Behind My Life ❤️

    My Mother — The Soft Strength Behind My Life ❤️

    मेरी माँ…
    वो मेरी ज़िंदगी की
    सबसे खूबसूरत सीख हैं। ❤️

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    मैंने उन्हें
    हर परिस्थिति में
    शांत रहना देखा है,
    टूटकर भी
    सबको संभालते देखा है,
    और बिना कुछ कहे
    अपनों के लिए
    सब कुछ करते देखा है। 🌸

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    उन्होंने मुझे
    सिर्फ जीना नहीं सिखाया…
    उन्होंने मुझे
    आत्मसम्मान सिखाया,
    हिम्मत सिखाई,
    और ये सिखाया कि
    एक औरत की असली ताक़त
    उसके दिल की नरमी में होती है। ❤️

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    आज अगर मैं
    मुश्किल दिनों में भी
    खुद को संभाल लेती हूँ,
    अगर दुनिया बदल जाने पर भी
    दिल में प्यार बचा हुआ है…
    तो उसकी वजह
    मेरी माँ हैं। 🙂

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    क्योंकि मजबूत औरतें
    शोर नहीं करतीं…
    वो बस
    अपनी बेटियों को
    इतना प्यार दे जाती हैं
    कि वो जिंदगी से डरना छोड़ देती हैं। 🌷

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    सभी माँओं के लिए… ❤️

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    कुछ माँएँ
    अपने प्यार को कभी शब्दों में नहीं कहतीं…
    बस पूरी जिंदगी
    चुपचाप अपने बच्चों पर लुटा देती हैं। 🌸

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    उनकी दुआओं में सुकून होता है,
    उनकी गोद में दुनिया की सबसे सुरक्षित जगह,
    और उनके होने से ही
    घर… घर लगता है। 🙂

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    दुनिया की हर माँ को
    दिल से प्यार, सम्मान और धन्यवाद।
    Happy Mother’s Day ❤️🌷

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    My mother…
    is the most beautiful lesson of my life. ❤️

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    I have seen her
    remain calm through every situation,
    hold everyone together
    even while breaking silently inside,
    and do everything for the people she loves
    without ever saying a word. 🌸

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    She did not just teach me how to live…
    she taught me self-respect,
    courage,
    and that the true strength of a woman
    lies in the softness of her heart. ❤️

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    So if today
    I can still hold myself together during difficult days,
    if love still survives inside me
    despite the world changing around me…
    it is because of my mother. 🙂

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    Because strong women
    do not always make noise…
    sometimes,
    they simply love their daughters so deeply
    that they stop fearing life itself. 🌷

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    For all the mothers out there… ❤️

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    Some mothers
    never express their love through words…
    they simply spend their entire lives
    quietly pouring it into their children. 🌸

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    There is comfort in their prayers,
    the safest place in the world in their embrace,
    and it is because of them
    that a house truly feels like home. 🙂

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    To every mother in the world
    love, respect, and heartfelt gratitude.
    Happy Mother’s Day ❤️🌷

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    A warm and emotional Mother’s Day illustration of a mother lovingly holding her child during sunset, with soft floral details and heartfelt typography.
    The softest strength in every life… a mother ❤️🌸

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    What is your career plan?

    I had many, honestly.

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    Some days I was supposed to become a famous illustrator.
    Some days, a writer.
    Sometimes I discover a new talent at 2 a.m. and immediately plan an entire successful future around it before sleeping peacefully like a visionary.

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    Homemakers are actually full of potential.
    Dangerous amounts of potential.

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    We can manage homes, budgets, emotions, schedules, disasters, and people who suddenly remember important things exactly when we sit down to rest.

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    But somewhere between taking care of everyone else’s needs and postponing ourselves “just for now,”
    our dreams slowly stop sounding like plans…
    and start sounding like hobbies we apologize for having.

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    That’s the strange thing about homemakers.
    We don’t give up on our dreams dramatically.

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    We just keep moving them to tomorrow so lovingly, so responsibly, so repeatedly…
    that one day even the dream starts feeling guilty for existing.

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    And maybe this is true for so many women —
    they never really stopped having dreams, ambitions, or career plans.
    They just became so busy building everyone else’s life
    that their own quietly kept waiting.

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    But I hope they never believe it is “too late” for them.
    Because dreams do not expire simply because a woman chose responsibility before herself.

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    And one day, I hope every woman gets to return to the version of herself she once imagined
    not as someone selfish,
    but as someone finally remembering that her life mattered too. 🤍

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    Dedicated to all the women who kept everyone else’s world running while quietly placing their own dreams on hold.

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    A thoughtful woman sitting by a window, surrounded by notes and dreams, with the title The “Maybe Later” Life of Women written artistically beside her.
    Some women keep becoming everyone else’s future… while postponing their own. 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • खूबसूरत सी शाम

    खूबसूरत सी शाम

    एक ख़ूबसूरत सी शाम लिखूँ,
    या तेरी हँसी का जाम लिखूँ,
    ढलते सूरज की बाहों में
    मैं तेरा अपना नाम लिखूँ।

    रंग जो बिखरे बादल पर,
    उनमें तेरी तस्वीर मिले,
    हवा चले तो यूँ लगे
    जैसे तू मुझसे रूबरू मिले।

    ख़ामोशी भी कुछ कहती हो,
    आँखें भी इकरार करें,
    उस पल की नरम रौशनी में
    दिल तुझको ही बार-बार लिखे।

    फिर चुपके से इस मौसम पर
    एक छोटी सी बात लिखूँ
    दुनिया चाहे कुछ भी समझे,
    मैं हर शाम में तेरा नाम लिखूँ।

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    A beautiful evening… let me write,
    or pour your laughter into twilight,
    In the arms of the sinking sun,
    let me write your name with mine as one.

    The colors scattered through the sky,
    feel like traces of you passing by,
    And every breeze that softly came,
    feels like meeting you again.

    Even silence seemed to confess,
    while eyes spoke more and words spoke less,
    In that tender fading light above,
    my heart kept writing only love.

    Then quietly on this evening’s flame,
    let me write one little thing again
    Whatever this whole world may say,
    I find your name in every evening’s sway.

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    सूर्यास्त के रंगों के बीच खड़ी एक लड़की की silhouette, जिस पर “ख़ूबसूरत सी शाम” और “Nihshabd” लिखा है।
    शाम भी कुछ तेरी-सी लगी… ख़ामोश, मगर बेहद ख़ूबसूरत सी लगी। 🌙

    —Rajeshwari (राजेश्वरी )🧿💕

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