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  • Cafe-Cum-Bookshop: My Dream Business ☕📚 | Nihshabd

    Cafe-Cum-Bookshop: My Dream Business ☕📚 | Nihshabd

    If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?

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    My dream cafe-cum-bookshop is more than just a business idea. ☕📚

    If I Could Start a New Business Right Now…

    My Dream Cafe-Cum-Bookshop

    If I could start a new business right now, I would open a little cafe-cum-bookshop. ☕📚 A place where people could come to read a book, sip their coffee, and simply slow down for a while.

    I imagine a cosy little place with shelves full of books, comfortable corners to sit, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and some soft music playing in the background. A place where you could walk in alone, pick a book, order your coffee and happily disappear into your own little world for a while.

    And I think the evenings would be my favourite.

    Where Writers and Readers Come Together

    There would be little gatherings with writers and readers. Someone might read a few lines they’ve written, someone might hum an old song, someone might pick up a guitar, and perhaps someone would suddenly recite a couple of shers and make the evening a little more beautiful. 🎶✨

    There wouldn’t be any elaborate arrangements. Just people sitting together, talking about books, writing, music and life.

    Someone might come to share a poem.

    Someone might bring a story they have been writing.

    Someone might sing.

    And someone might simply sit there with their coffee and listen.

    Maybe someone would come only for coffee and end up staying for a poetry evening. Maybe someone would pick up a guitar and suddenly everyone would start singing.

    And maybe the coffee would get cold because nobody remembered to drink it. 😄

    I think that would be perfectly okay.

    A Little Space for Writers at My Cafe-Cum-Bookshop

    It wouldn’t just be a bookstore or a cafe.

    It would be a little soul-space for all those small writers who have written so much but never really found a place to be heard.

    Of course, every writer wants to become famous someday. Who wouldn’t? 😄 But before fame, sometimes you just need a place where your words can find a few ears, a few hearts and perhaps a few people who say, “I liked that.”

    There are so many people who write quietly—poems in notebooks, stories on their phones, thoughts late at night, little pieces of life that perhaps nobody else has ever read.

    I would love to give those words a little space.

    No pressure.

    No big stage.

    No competition.

    Just books, coffee, conversations, music, poetry and people sharing a little piece of themselves.

    More Than Just Books and Coffee

    Because this place wouldn’t just be about books or coffee.

    It would be about people, stories and those little moments that make an ordinary evening feel special.

    A place where writers could find readers, readers could discover new words, and everyone could feel that they belonged there—even if they had walked in alone.

    Would it make me rich?

    I have no idea.

    But I know I would probably spend half my earnings buying more books and the other half drinking coffee. 😂

    Some dreams are not really about money, though.

    Some are simply about creating something that feels like home.

    For me, this would be that dream.

    A little cafe.

    A little bookshop.

    A little music.

    A little poetry.

    A lot of coffee.

    And a whole lot of stories waiting to be shared.

    It wouldn’t just be a cafe-cum-bookshop.

    It would be a little home for words, music and people.

    That’s all I wish for. ❤️

    What about you? If you could start a new business right now, what would it be? Something practical, something completely crazy, or something you’ve secretly been dreaming about?

    Tell me about it. I’d love to hear your dream. ☕📚✨

    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Have I Ever Regretted Reading a Book? My Bookish Guilt 😂

    Have I Ever Regretted Reading a Book? My Bookish Guilt 😂

    Have you ever regretted reading a book — which one and why?

    Have I ever regretted reading a book?

    Honestly, not really. I love reading books far too much to blame the book. But I do have a little bookish guilt and it usually begins with four completely harmless words:

    “Just one more chapter.”

    That sentence has ruined more sleep than caffeine ever could. 😂

    I’ll start reading at night thinking I’ll read for twenty minutes. Then I look at the clock and somehow it’s 1:30 a.m. The sensible part of my brain whispers, “You have to wake up tomorrow.”

    The reader in me replies, “Yes, yes. After this chapter.”

    And of course, there is always another chapter.

    The Trouble With “Just One More Chapter”

    Sometimes a book is so good that everything else suddenly becomes negotiable.

    Messages can wait.
    Chores can wait.
    Sleep can definitely wait.

    Apparently, everything in the real world understands that I am currently busy.

    I have absolutely no idea how a simple reading session turns into a full-scale negotiation between my responsibilities and a fictional story. 😂

    And if someone asks, “Are you still reading?”

    The answer is usually:

    “Almost finished.”

    Which, in book-lover language, can mean anything from ten minutes to another two hours.

    My Real Bookish Guilt

    The funny thing is, I don’t regret the book.

    I regret what happens around it.

    I regret promising myself that I would read for only half an hour.

    I regret checking the time.

    I regret remembering that I have to wake up early.

    And I definitely regret saying, “This is the last chapter.”

    Because we all know that is a lie.

    There is always a next chapter.

    And sometimes there is an epilogue.

    And sometimes there are acknowledgements that I suddenly feel emotionally obligated to read too. 😂

    When the Book Finally Ends

    Then comes the strange part.

    I finally finish the book, close it, and expect to feel productive.

    Instead, I just sit there staring at the last page.

    Now what?

    The characters I have spent hours with are gone. The story is over. And real life suddenly feels suspiciously less interesting.

    So perhaps my biggest bookish guilt isn’t staying up too late.

    It’s becoming emotionally attached to people who don’t even exist.

    And then wondering why I miss them. 😂

    Have I Ever Regretted Reading a Book?

    No.

    Not the books.

    Never the books.

    I only regret believing myself every single time I say:

    “Just one more chapter.”

    Because that sentence has never once meant one chapter.

    It is basically a legally binding contract with 2 a.m. 😂📚

    Now tell me how many times has “just one more chapter” turned into “why is the sun rising?” And what’s your biggest bookish guilt?

    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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