Tag: dailyprompt

  • A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    What are you passionate about?

    Have you ever had one of those days when your mind feels so full that you don’t know what to do with all the thoughts bouncing around inside it?

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    I have.

    When Thoughts Become Art

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page have always been my answer to those moments. When my thoughts become too loud, I either write them down or bring them to life through digital illustration.

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    Sometimes my thoughts become stories.

    Sometimes they become illustrations.

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    And that’s why, if someone asks me what I’m passionate about, my answer is simple: creating.

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    Not because I’m exceptionally talented.

    Not because I’m trying to become famous.

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    But because creating helps me make sense of the noise in my head.

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

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    For me, a blank page and a blank canvas are surprisingly similar.

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    Most people see emptiness.

    I see possibilities.

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    Of course, there are days when both of them seem determined to test my patience.

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    I stare at the screen.

    The screen stares back.

    Neither of us knows who’s supposed to make the first move.

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    Writers call it writer’s block.

    Artists call it creative block.

    I call it a staring contest that I usually lose.

    But every now and then, something magical happens.

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    A sentence appears.

    A sketch takes shape.

    An idea that existed only in my imagination suddenly becomes real.

    And that feeling never gets old.

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    What I love most about writing and digital illustration isn’t the finished result.

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    It’s the process.

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    The quiet excitement of starting with absolutely nothing and ending up with something that didn’t exist before.

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    A story.

    A character.

    A thought.

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    A little piece of yourself left behind on a page or a canvas.

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    In a world where we’re constantly consuming things, creating something feels special.

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    In fact, I wrote something similar in my post Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄, where I reflected on how creativity often grows in life’s quiet moments.

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    It reminds us that our imagination still matters.

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    So yes, I’m passionate about writing.

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    I’m passionate about digital illustration.

    But more than that, I’m passionate about creating.

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    Because every blank page and every blank canvas holds the same question:

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    What will you bring to life today?

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    And perhaps that’s why I keep returning to both.

    Not because I’m searching for perfection.

    But because I’m always curious about what might happen when imagination is given a place to breathe.

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    What about you? What are you passionate about?

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    Until our thoughts meet again,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    What is your favorite season of year? Why?

    Winter has always been my favorite season. There is something special about warm cups of tea, cozy blankets, gentle sunshine, and those lazy mornings when getting out of bed feels like a heroic achievement. This funny and relatable winter poem is a lighthearted celebration of everything we love—and occasionally complain about—during the cold season.


    If seasons were teachers,

    summer would be that strict one
    who keeps giving homework.

    Monsoon would be the dramatic one
    who changes the mood every five minutes.

    But winter?

    Winter would be the teacher who walks in,
    puts on a movie,
    and says,

    “Let’s not work too hard today.”

    Naturally, it’s my favorite. 😌

    Winter never judges me.

    It sees me wrapped in a blanket at noon
    holding a cup of tea
    and says,

    “Honestly, that’s reasonable.”

    And I appreciate that kind of support.

    The best thing about winter
    is how it changes ordinary things.

    Tea becomes an emotion.

    A blanket becomes a lifestyle.

    And sunshine?

    Sunshine becomes a limited-edition luxury item.

    People will cross entire rooms,
    move chairs,
    and rotate themselves like sunflowers
    just to sit in one perfect patch of warmth.

    For those few minutes,
    life feels completely under control. ☀️

    Then comes the morning.

    The alarm rings.

    I open one eye.

    The room is cold.

    The blanket is warm.

    And suddenly I’m forced to choose
    between ambition and happiness.

    It’s not an easy decision.

    Winter also has a special talent.

    It can make a grown adult
    stare at a bucket of water
    and reconsider every life choice
    that brought them to that moment. 😭

    But the real problem is this—

    Winter starts out adorable.

    Cute sweaters.

    Foggy mornings.

    Hot tea.

    Cozy evenings.

    Everything feels like a scene
    from a feel-good movie.

    Then winter gets overconfident.

    One morning it wakes up and decides,

    “Let’s see how much they really love me.”

    Now the floor feels like ice.

    The water feels personally offended.

    And my teeth begin communicating
    in Morse code. 😂

    Yet somehow,

    every year,

    I fall for winter again.

    Because no other season
    makes doing absolutely nothing
    feel so productive.

    No other season
    makes a blanket feel like home.

    And no other season
    can convince me that sitting in the sun
    with a cup of tea
    is a perfectly successful day.

    So yes,

    winter is my favorite season.

    Not because it’s perfect.

    But because it understands
    that sometimes happiness is simply

    a warm cup of tea,

    a cozy blanket,

    a little sunshine,

    and absolutely no intention
    of getting out of bed. 🤭❄️☕

    Winter and I have a beautiful relationship—

    I praise it in poems,

    and it tests that love
    every morning. 😆✨

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    Perhaps that is why winter remains my favorite season year after year. It reminds us to slow down, enjoy simple comforts, and find happiness in ordinary moments. A warm drink, a cozy blanket, a patch of sunshine, and a little extra sleep can sometimes feel like life’s greatest luxuries.

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    Wrapped in words and winter sunshine,
    —Rajeshwari
    ❄️🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • 🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

    🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

    What’s a song that always puts you in a good mood?

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    Honestly, that’s a difficult question.

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    It’s like asking a tea lover to pick one favorite cup,
    or a bookworm to choose just one page.

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    I love songs.

    Happy songs.
    Then come the sad ones.
    Sometimes old songs.
    And often new ones.

    Songs I understand.
    Songs I confidently sing wrong.

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    Some songs make me dance in the kitchen.
    Some turn traffic jams into music videos.
    Some convince me I have a surprisingly good voice.

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    (For the record, the neighbors may disagree.)

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    Whenever life feels a little too serious,
    a favorite song appears like an unpaid therapist.

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    No appointment.
    No paperwork.
    No judgment.

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    Just three minutes of:

    “Everything will be fine.
    Now sing the chorus.”

    .My Playlist Works in Shifts

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    The funny thing is,
    the song that always puts you in a good mood
    is not necessarily the same song every day.

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    My playlist changes more often
    than my password.

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    One day it’s an energetic anthem.
    The next day it’s an old melody
    that suddenly reminds me of absolutely nothing
    and somehow everything.

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    So, do I have a song that always puts me in a good mood?

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    No.

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    Choosing just one would be unfair.

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    Every song in my playlist has a job.
    Some make me smile.
    Others make me dance.
    A few remind me who I am.

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    And when life starts acting like a complicated drama,

    I simply press Play.

    Because while I can’t always change my mood,

    I can usually change the soundtrack.

    Maybe that is the real answer to the question,
    “What’s a song that always puts you in a good mood?”

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    It is whichever song meets you exactly where you are
    and gently takes you somewhere better.

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    And somehow, the soundtrack changes everything. 🎵✨

    Life may not come with a manual, but thankfully it comes with a playlist. 🎶😊

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    I thought about this question for a while.

    At first, I considered something clever. Then I thought about choosing something funny. After all, who doesn’t love a tagline that makes people smile?

    However, the more I reflected on it, the more I realized that the words that describe me best are simple:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    It may not sound dramatic. Yet it feels true.

    Because if life has taught me anything, it is that softness and strength are not opposites. In fact, they often live side by side.

    The Heart That Cares Too Much

    I have always been someone who cares deeply.

    I care about people.

    I care about words.

    I care about feelings.

    Sometimes I even care about conversations long after everyone else has forgotten them.

    If a friend is hurting, I feel it.

    If someone is struggling, I want to help.

    And if I accidentally send a message that sounds slightly awkward, I can replay it in my mind for days like it deserves an award for Best Dramatic Performance.

    It is both a gift and a challenge.

    On one hand, caring allows us to connect with others. It helps us show kindness, compassion, and understanding.

    On the other hand, caring too much can leave us emotionally exhausted.

    Nevertheless, I would rather have a soft heart than a closed one.

    Softness Is Not Weakness

    For a long time, the world seemed to suggest that strength meant being tough all the time.

    Don’t cry.

    Don’t feel too much.

    Don’t let people see your struggles.

    However, real life has shown me something completely different.

    A flower is soft, yet it survives storms.

    A river is gentle, yet it can carve through stone.

    Likewise, a woman can be compassionate and powerful at the same time.

    She can speak kindly while standing firmly in her truth.

    She can forgive without forgetting her worth.

    She can be gentle without allowing herself to be treated poorly.

    That is not weakness.

    That is strength wearing a softer face.

    My Unexpected Superpowers

    When people imagine strength, they often picture grand achievements.

    Meanwhile, I have discovered a different kind of strength.

    The strength to keep going after disappointment.

    The strength to smile through difficult days.

    The strength to begin again when things do not go as planned.

    And, perhaps most impressively, the strength to survive technology updates without accidentally changing every setting on my phone.

    Honestly, that alone deserves recognition.

    Life has also given me another unusual superpower.

    I can encourage other people while still trying to figure things out myself.

    Many women do this every day.

    They carry responsibilities, support loved ones, solve problems, and keep moving forward even when nobody notices how much they are carrying.

    If that is not magic, I do not know what is.

    When My Wings Feel Heavy

    Of course, there are days when I do not feel strong.

    There are days when my confidence decides to disappear.

    There are days when my patience quietly packs its bags and leaves without warning.

    And there are days when even the smallest challenge feels bigger than it should.

    During those moments, I remind myself of something important.

    Strength is not the absence of struggle.

    Strength is continuing despite the struggle.

    A bird does not wait for perfect weather before using its wings.

    Similarly, we do not need perfect circumstances to keep moving forward.

    Sometimes we simply need courage for one more step.

    Then another.

    And another.

    Love Makes Us Stronger

    One lesson I continue to learn is that love creates resilience.

    Love for family.

    Love for friends.

    Love for our dreams.

    And perhaps most importantly, love for ourselves.

    Because when we learn to value ourselves, we stop measuring our worth through the opinions of others.

    Instead, we begin to trust our own voice.

    As a result, we become stronger without becoming harder.

    We become wiser without becoming colder.

    And we become more confident without losing our kindness.

    That balance is beautiful.

    The Magic of Being Human

    I do not possess magical powers.

    I cannot fly.

    I cannot read minds.

    And unfortunately, I cannot make laundry fold itself.

    However, I do believe there is a little magic in every human heart.

    It appears when we choose kindness over bitterness.

    It appears when we offer hope during difficult times.

    It appears when we continue to believe in better days even after disappointment.

    Most importantly, it appears when we refuse to let life’s challenges change the goodness within us.

    That kind of magic matters.

    My Tagline, My Truth

    So if humans had taglines, mine would be:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    Because I believe caring is a strength.

    I believe kindness is powerful.

    And I believe resilience does not always have to roar.

    Sometimes it speaks softly.

    Sometimes it laughs through tears.

    Sometimes it spreads slightly crooked wings and keeps flying anyway.

    That is the kind of strength I admire.

    And perhaps, that is the kind of strength I hope to carry through life.

    Not perfect.

    Not fearless.

    Just soft enough to care, and strong enough to endure. ❤️✨

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

    How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

    What’s the Best Way to Build Self-Confidence?

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    I’d love to know.

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    People ask this question as if there’s a secret formula.

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    A few simple steps.

    A daily routine.

    Maybe a self-help book.

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    Maybe one of those people online who wake up at 5 a.m., drink green juice, meditate, journal, exercise, and somehow have their entire life figured out before I’ve decided whether I want tea or coffee.

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    The advice is usually very straightforward.

    “Believe in yourself.”

    “Just be confident.”

    “Stop overthinking.”

    Which is adorable.

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    That’s like telling a cat to stop being suspicious or telling the weather to pick a personality and stick with it.

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    However, the strange thing is that I genuinely admire confident people.

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    Not the loud ones.

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    The genuinely confident ones.

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    The people who walk into a situation, do what needs to be done, and somehow don’t spend the next six hours replaying every word they said.

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    If something goes wrong, they adjust.

    If something goes right, they move on.

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    The Problem Isn’t the Situation

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    Meanwhile, some of us can turn a minor inconvenience into a full-scale research project.

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    A simple phone call becomes a strategic operation.

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    An email sits in drafts while we reread it seventeen times to make sure it doesn’t accidentally start a war.

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    An unanswered message becomes a mystery that requires evidence, theories, and possibly a small investigation team.

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    In reality, the  actual situation is usually tiny.

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    Our imagination just arrives with a larger budget.

    And that’s where confidence and overthinking seem to part ways.

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    Confident people look at a small problem and think,

    “I’ll handle it.”

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    The rest of us look at the same problem and think,

    “Yes, but let’s first explore all 47 possible disasters.”

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    And yet, here’s the funny part.

    Most of those disasters never happen.

    Not even one.

    Yet somehow my brain remains committed to producing sequels.

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    Confidence Has Terrible Timing

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    Meanwhile, I’ve also noticed that confidence has terrible timing.

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    It rarely shows up before the scary thing.

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    Instead, it usually arrives afterward.

    After the conversation.

    After the presentation.

    After the difficult decision.

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    It strolls in late, carrying a coffee, and says,

    “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

    Oh, now you’re here.

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    Very helpful.

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    Thank you for your service.

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    So what’s the best way to build self-confidence?

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    I honestly don’t know.

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    However, I do know that life gets a little easier… when we stop treating every uncertain moment like the season finale of a drama series.

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    Most things don’t need perfect words.

    Most decisions don’t need perfect certainty.

    Most days don’t require us to be fearless.

    They just require us to show up.

    And maybe that’s enough.

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    Maybe confidence isn’t waking up one morning feeling invincible.

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    Maybe it’s laughing at your own overthinking, doing the thing anyway, and slowly realizing that reality is usually much kinder than the stories your imagination writes.

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    At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

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    Usually after I’ve spent three hours worrying about something that turned out to take three minutes. 😄

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    Doing the thing anyway,
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • How Do You Build Loyal Subscribers?

    How Do You Build Loyal Subscribers?

    People ask,

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    “How do you build loyal subscribers?”

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    As if they’re ingredients

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    and I’m missing one crucial spice.

    Add a pinch of consistency,
    a dash of wit,
    stir vigorously,

    and voilà—loyal subscribers.

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    If only.

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    I don’t think loyal subscribers
    are built at all.

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    I think they begin
    with a stranger.

    Someone who finds
    a piece of themselves

    hidden in your words.

    A thought they recognize.

    A feeling they’ve carried.

    A smile they didn’t expect.

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    They read a post.

    Then another.

    And that’s where the mystery begins.

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    Because the second visit
    is always more interesting
    than the first.

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    The first is curiosity.

    The second is choice.

    And somewhere between
    one post and another,

    something small happens.

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    A shared laugh.

    A familiar thought.

    A sentence that quietly says,

    “Me too.”

    Without either of you noticing,

    the stranger becomes familiar.

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    And isn’t that extraordinary?

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    In a world full of endless scrolling,

    someone pauses.

    In a world overflowing with voices,

    someone remembers yours.

    Not because every post is perfect.

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    Thank goodness.

    Perfection is exhausting.

    But because, every now and then,

    your words make them feel
    a little less alone.

    Perhaps that’s how
    loyal subscribers are made.

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    Not through clever tricks.

    Not through algorithms.

    But through tiny moments
    of human connection.

    One post.

    One smile.

    One “I’ve felt that too”

    at a time.

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    So perhaps loyal subscribers
    aren’t followers at all.

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    They’re the people
    who turn words into conversations,

    conversations into friendships,

    and an ordinary blog

    into a place that feels
    a little like home.

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    And if you’re reading this,

    whether you’ve been here
    for years,

    or only just arrived,

    thank you.

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    You may think you’re following a blog.

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    But from where I’m sitting,

    you’re helping build
    the reason it exists.

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Practice Makes Perfect? I Respectfully Disagree

    Practice Makes Perfect? I Respectfully Disagree

    They say,

    “Practice makes perfect.”

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    I would like to respectfully disagree.

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    Still Waiting for the User Manual😌

    I’ve been practicing adulthood
    for quite some time now,

    and I still occasionally walk into a room

    and forget why I went there.

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    Mirror vs Camera: An Ongoing Feud 😒

    I’ve practiced taking selfies.

    Hundreds of them.

    Yet somehow,

    the person in the mirror
    and the person in the photo

    continue to be complete strangers.

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    Love, Water, Sunlight… and Drama 🎭

    I’ve practiced gardening too.

    The internet says:

    “Give plants sunlight, water, and love.”

    I did.

    The plant responded by dying.

    Meanwhile,

    a neglected plant growing from a crack in the pavement

    is absolutely thriving.

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    Explain that.

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    One Eye Understands the Assignment🤯

    I’ve practiced drawing.

    Which mostly means

    spending hours creating something beautiful

    and then noticing one tiny mistake

    that suddenly becomes

    the only thing I can see.

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    A Pinch of Hope, A Dash of Panic 😱

    I’ve practiced cooking.

    And every time I make a recipe,

    there’s still a brief moment

    when I stare into the pan

    and hope for divine intervention.

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    The Perfect Reply Arrives Three Days Later 😪

    I’ve practiced conversations.

    Yet I still remember things

    I should have said

    three days ago.

    Usually while showering.

    When it is far too late.

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    The Password and I Are No Longer Speaking 🤭

    I’ve also practiced creating passwords.

    Strong passwords.

    Unique passwords.

    Passwords with capital letters,

    small letters,

    numbers,

    symbols,

    and what feels like

    a personal sacrifice to the technology gods.

    And yet,

    every login still begins with:

    “Incorrect password.”

    Followed by:

    “Forgot Password?”

    which feels less like a question

    and more like a judgment.

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    Practice makes perfect?

    Really?

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    Because from what I’ve observed,

    practice mostly makes us

    slightly less confused than before.

    And even that’s not guaranteed.

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    The funny thing is,

    the people I admire most

    aren’t perfect at all.

    They’re the ones who keep trying.

    The ones who laugh at their mistakes.

    The ones who accidentally send messages too early,

    water the wrong plant,

    burn the toast,

    miss the turn,

    make the typo,

    and somehow continue living

    as if the world hasn’t ended.

    Which, surprisingly,

    it hasn’t.

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    So perhaps the proverb needs an update.

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    Practice doesn’t make perfect.

    Practice makes stories.

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    It gives us the embarrassing moments,

    the unexpected detours,

    the inside jokes,

    the lessons,

    and occasionally,

    if we’re very lucky,

    a little wisdom.

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    Because perfection is impressive.

    But imperfection?

    Imperfection is relatable.

    It’s the selfie that took fifty tries.

    The recipe that looked nothing like the picture.

    The plant that survived purely out of stubbornness.

    The sketch with one slightly suspicious-looking hand.

    The password we reset yesterday

    and forgot today.

    And if we’re being honest,

    most of us don’t need another perfect person to admire.

    We just need proof

    that everyone else is making it up as they go along too.

    And after years of practice,

    that’s the one thing I’ve finally become good at:

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    Looking perfectly confident…

    while having absolutely no idea what I’m doing. 😄🌷✨

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Do I Believe in Soulmates? A Heartfelt Reflection on Love, Trust, and Everyday Magic

    Do I Believe in Soulmates? A Heartfelt Reflection on Love, Trust, and Everyday Magic

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

    Do I believe in soulmates?

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    Yes, I do. ❤️

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    But probably not in the way movies and fairy tales describe them.

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    I don’t think a soulmate is someone who arrives with fireworks, dramatic music, and a perfect script.

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    I think a soulmate is someone who quietly becomes part of your everyday life until you can no longer imagine the story without them.

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    Someone who knows when you need advice and when you just need to complain for five minutes.

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    Someone who has seen you at your best, your worst, and your absolute grumpiest before morning tea… and still chooses to stay. 😄

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    People talk about butterflies.

    And yes, butterflies are lovely. 🦋

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    But after years together, I think the real magic is finding someone who still makes you smile while arguing about where the TV remote is.

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    Someone who remembers your favorite snack, your strange habits, and every story you’ve told at least three times.

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    Someone who pretends not to enjoy gossip…

    but somehow always asks,

    “And then what happened?” 😄☕

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    To me, soulmates aren’t found.

    They are built.

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    In ordinary days.
    In shared laughter.
    In small acts of kindness.
    In forgiveness.
    In trust.

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    And maybe in the occasional eye roll when they tell the same joke for the hundredth time. 😏

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    So yes, I believe in soulmates.😍

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    Mine is the person who can make me laugh when I’m trying very hard to stay annoyed…

    and somehow make me annoyed when I’m perfectly happy. 😏

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    We are different in more ways than I can count.

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    I like to tell the whole story.

    He prefers the short version.

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    I plan.

    He improvises.

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    He worries about things that might happen next month.

    I worry about what’s for dinner. 😄

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    Logic says we should drive each other crazy.

    And to be fair, sometimes we do.

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    But somewhere between the teasing, the eye-rolls, the laughter, the arguments, and the countless ordinary days…

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    we became each other’s favorite person.

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    Not because we are the same.

    But because we fit.

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    Like two puzzle pieces that look completely different, yet somehow belong together.

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    And after all this time, he’s still my favorite person to share the plot twists with.

    And I think that’s pretty magical. ❤️🦋✨

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Someday, Maybe: Things I’d Love to See in the Future✨

    Someday, Maybe: Things I’d Love to See in the Future✨

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness?

    Things I’d Love to See in the Future.

    Some are serious. Some are silly. A few are probably impossible. But if we’re allowed to dream, we might as well dream generously.

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    The Little Things I’d Love to See in the Future

    I’d love to see a password
    that works on the first try.

    Not the second.
    Not after three failed attempts,
    an OTP,
    a security question,
    and a mild identity crisis.

    The first try.

    I’d love to finish reading
    all the books I already own.

    A charming fantasy.

    Right up there with unicorns,
    world peace,
    and empty laundry baskets.

    I’d love a gadget
    that tells me why I walked into a room.

    Because the room remembers.

    The fan remembers.

    The chair remembers.

    Only I don’t.

    I’d love family gatherings
    where nobody asks,
    “So, what’s next?”

    What’s next is tea.

    After that,
    more tea.

    I thought this was obvious.

    I’d love my plants
    to stop communicating
    through dramatic leaf-dropping performances.

    One tiny mistake
    and suddenly they’re staging
    a botanical protest.

    .

    The Bigger Dreams I’d Love to See in the Future

    I’d love to see a world
    where a child’s future
    isn’t measured differently
    because one is a boy
    and the other is a girl.

    The same respect.
    The same opportunities.
    The same sky.

    Surely that’s not too much to ask.

    I’d love to see people
    stop comparing their lives
    with everyone else’s.

    Half the world’s unhappiness
    comes from peeking over fences.

    The other half
    comes from social media.

    I’d love to see the day
    when “enough”
    finally feels enough.

    Not because ambition disappears.

    But because gratitude
    finally gets a turn to speak.

    And then…

    .

    One Last Impossible Wish

    I’d love to witness
    the greatest miracle of all.

    A perfectly folded fitted bedsheet.

    No confusion.

    No wrestling match.

    No YouTube tutorial.

    Just one calm human being
    holding a neat rectangle of fabric
    and behaving as if this is completely normal.

    Will I live long enough
    to see all these things?

    Probably not.

    But then again,
    I once believed
    I’d stop buying books
    when I retired.

    So it’s fair to say

    my forecasting record
    is not particularly impressive.

    .

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • A Different Kind of Minimalism✨

    A Different Kind of Minimalism✨

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you believe in minimalism?

    A Different Kind of Minimalism: Not Less Life, Just Less Noise

    Perhaps minimalism is not always about owning less. Sometimes, it is about carrying less.

    ——————————————

    Do You Believe in Minimalism?

    I do.

    But probably not in the way Instagram wants me to.

    My bookshelves are full.

    My camera roll is overflowing.

    And I still keep random things because they remind me of random days.

    So clearly, I am not winning any minimalist awards.

    But over the years,

    I have become a minimalist in other ways.

    I keep fewer grudges.

    They’re heavy,

    take up too much space,

    and never match the decor.

    I keep fewer expectations too.

    Not because I don’t care,

    but because I’ve learned that people are much happier

    when they’re allowed to be themselves

    instead of the characters we cast them as.

    I try to keep fewer worries.

    The future already has enough of its own.

    It doesn’t need me rehearsing disasters

    like I’m preparing for an audition.

    And I’ve become very selective

    about what gets permanent residence in my head.

    Some thoughts are just tourists.

    They don’t need property rights.

    Nature seems to understand this better than we do.

    A tree doesn’t grow extra leaves

    to impress the tree next door.

    A bird doesn’t compare its flight path

    with another bird’s.

    The sunrise never arrives and says,

    “I hope everyone likes me today.”

    It simply shows up and does its thing.

    What confidence.

    What freedom.

    Maybe that’s the kind of minimalism I believe in.

    Not fewer possessions.

    Fewer pressures.

    Not emptier rooms.

    A quieter mind.

    Not less life.

    Just fewer things standing between me

    and the life I keep forgetting to enjoy.

    ——————————————

    ✦ A Thought to Leave With

    Perhaps growing older is not about collecting more and more.

    Perhaps it is learning what deserves a place in our lives—

    and gently showing the rest the door. 🌿

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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