Tag: dailyprompt

  • Life Is in the Little Things | Nihshabd

    Life Is in the Little Things | Nihshabd

    The Older I Get, the More I Realize…

    Somewhere along the way, we all started believing that happiness is always loading…

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    When I get that job.
    When I buy that house.
    When life finally “settles down.”

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    But here’s the plot twist.

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    The moments that stay with us forever are almost never the expensive ones.

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    They’re the ones nobody planned.

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    That cup of chai that somehow turned into a three-hour conversation.

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    Laughing so hard your stomach hurt and you couldn’t even explain what was funny.

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    A random drive where Google Maps had no idea what was happening.

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    Singing every lyric wrong with people who didn’t care.

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    Getting a text that simply said,
    “Reached home?”

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    Or a hug that quietly meant,
    “I’ve got you.”

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    Funny, isn’t it?

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    At the time, those moments felt completely ordinary.

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    No perfect lighting.
    No filters.
    No viral reel.

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    Just people being present.

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    And somehow…

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    those became the memories we keep replaying in our heads years later.

    Maybe happiness was never hiding in bigger paychecks or bigger dreams.

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    Maybe it was sitting across the table with a cup of chai.

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    Maybe it was that friend who stayed a little longer.

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    Maybe it was a normal Tuesday that nobody thought to photograph.

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    The older I get, the more I realize…

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    Life doesn’t become meaningful because of the big moments.

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    It becomes meaningful because of hundreds of tiny ones we almost ignored.

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    If life gave you just five minutes to relive one memory… no edits, no rewind, no second chance…

    which one would you choose? ❤️

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Read More : Why My Brain Goes Blank During Conversations

  • Fictional Characters | Two Extra Chairs for My Childhood

    Fictional Characters | Two Extra Chairs for My Childhood

    If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?

    If I could have dinner with any fictional characters, I wouldn’t choose a wizard, a detective, or a king.

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    I would choose Nagraj and Super Commando Dhruva.

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    Not because they were superheroes.

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    But because they quietly became a part of my childhood.

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    For children growing up in the 80s and 90s, comics weren’t just something we read. They were an emotion. A new Raj Comics release could make an ordinary week feel extraordinary. There were no online stores, no instant deliveries, and certainly no digital copies waiting on our phones.

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    There was only hope… and patience.

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    Every visit to the stationery shop began with the same question, “Bhaiya, nayi comic aayi kya?” Sometimes he’d smile and hand us a fresh copy. Other times came the heartbreaking reply, “Kal aana.”

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    And somehow… we actually believed tomorrow would arrive faster.

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    Buying every comic wasn’t an option for most of us, so we created our own little library of friendships. We borrowed comics from cousins, exchanged them with neighbours, and waited our turn like it was the most important appointment in the world. If someone got the latest Nagraj before us, we practically counted the hours until they finished reading it.

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    Those comics travelled through many hands before reaching ours. The covers became soft, the corners folded, and sometimes a page carried someone’s name scribbled in blue ink. None of it mattered. The adventure inside was still as magical as ever.

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    Those fictional characters didn’t simply defeat villains. They defeated boring summer afternoons, power cuts, lazy Sundays, and endless holidays. Nagraj made impossible things seem possible. Dhruva proved that intelligence, courage, and compassion could be superpowers too.

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    I still remember reading under a blanket with a torch long after everyone thought I had gone to sleep. “Just one more page,” I’d promise myself. One page became ten, and before I knew it, the adventure was over… leaving me desperate for the next issue.

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    We argued over who was stronger. We imagined crossovers that never happened. We became heroes in our own games, saving imaginary worlds before dinner was served.

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    Looking back, I don’t miss just the comics.

    I miss the waiting.

    I miss the excitement of spotting a brand-new issue on the shelf.

    I miss the joy of exchanging comics with friends as if we were trading priceless treasures.

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    Most of all, I miss that little child who believed every story with all her heart.

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    So if I could have dinner with any fictional characters, my table would have two extra chairs—one for Nagraj and one for Super Commando Dhruva.

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    Not because I want to know how they saved the world.

    But because I want to thank them for making mine so unforgettable.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    P.S. Please ignore the clock. It has clearly been reading Raj Comics all night and has completely lost track of time! 😂

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  • My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    Daily writing prompt
    What app eats up most of your screen time — and do you even feel bad about it?

    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up. If someone had shown me my screen time report a few months ago, WhatsApp and Facebook would have been sitting comfortably at the top. These days, WordPress and Procreate have completely changed that story.

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    My screen time report has had quite the personality makeover.

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    Not too long ago, WhatsApp, Instagram and Facebook proudly competed for the top spot. There was always a message to reply to, a reel to watch, or a post to scroll past while pretending I was “just checking something.”

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    Now they’ve quietly stepped aside.

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    These days, WordPress and Procreate have taken over my screen.

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    WordPress has turned into that strict editor who is never fully satisfied. One moment I’m fixing a typo, the next I’m rewriting an entire paragraph because one sentence suddenly feels “not quite right.” Then comes SEO, categories, tags, featured images… somehow a five-minute edit becomes an hour-long adventure.

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    Procreate isn’t any better.

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    It lures me in with the promise of one tiny change. Just brighten that flower. Adjust one shadow. Make that line a little smoother. Before I know it, I’ve zoomed in so far that I’m perfecting details no one else will probably notice.

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    Together, these two apps have mastered the art of making time disappear.

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    Every Sunday, my screen time report arrives looking slightly judgmental, as if it’s waiting for me to feel guilty.

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    But honestly?

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    I don’t.

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    I still catch myself opening social media out of habit. Old habits don’t disappear overnight. But more often than not, I find myself returning to WordPress to polish another paragraph or opening Procreate to experiment with a new illustration. That’s a habit I’m actually happy to nurture.

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    Because this screen time isn’t leaving me with blurry memories of endless scrolling. It’s leaving me with blog posts I’m proud of, illustrations that make me smile, and ideas that once lived only in my head.

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    So yes, my screen time is still embarrassingly high.

    It’s just no longer spent watching everyone else’s creativity.

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    It’s spent building my own.

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    And somehow, that feels like time very well spent.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    Too Many Skills, Too Many Feelings ✨

  • The Best Excuse I’ve Heard Lately (And Yes, I’m Guilty Too!)

    The Best Excuse I’ve Heard Lately (And Yes, I’m Guilty Too!)

    What is the best excuse you’ve heard lately?

    Honestly, I think excuses deserve their own Hall of Fame. 🏆

    Some people have talent.
    Some have degrees.
    And then there are those who can invent an excuse faster than Google loads.

    One of my all-time favorites?

    “I was going to reply… but I forgot.”

    Forgot?

    Interesting.

    You remembered to post four stories,
    liked twenty-seven reels,
    commented “Awwww so cuteee 😍” on your friend’s vacation photos,
    and somehow…

    my message slipped into another dimension.

    Technology has advanced.
    Apparently selective memory has too. 🤭

    Then comes the classic.

    “I’m too busy.”

    Which usually means…

    “I’m busy doing literally everything except the thing I promised you.”

    No judgment.

    I’ve used that one too.

    Usually while rearranging my bookshelf,
    watering plants that didn’t ask for water,
    or convincing myself that watching just one reel is practically self-care.

    Forty-eight reels later…

    I’m somehow researching the emotional life of penguins. 🐧😂

    The truth is…

    The best excuses aren’t the ones we tell other people.

    They’re the ones we whisper to ourselves.

    “I’ll start on Monday.”

    “Five more minutes.”

    “This is the last episode.”

    “I’ll call them tomorrow.”

    Poor Monday.

    It arrives every week with so much hope…
    only to discover it’s been blamed for our laziness since the beginning of time. 😂

    So here’s my question…

    What’s the best excuse you’ve heard lately?

    The funniest one?
    The weirdest one?
    Or the one that was so convincing… you almost believed it yourself?

    No judgment.

    Because deep down…

    we’re all honorary members of the International Association of Professional Excuse Makers. 🤝😌

    Just don’t say…

    “Sorry, I didn’t see your message.”

    In 2026.

    With Read Receipts ON.

    Now that deserves an Oscar. 🏆😂🤍🦋

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    Until the next whisper… 🤍
    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

    Daily writing prompt
    What is the best excuse you have heard lately?

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  • 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

  • The Happiness Department | Happiness Myths and Everyday Joy

    The Happiness Department | Happiness Myths and Everyday Joy

    What’s a common misconception people have about happiness

    I used to think happiness was very professional.

    You know…

    The kind that arrives only after reviewing your application.

    “Thank you for your interest in Happiness.”

    “Unfortunately, you do not meet the requirements at this time.”

    Please try again after:

    ☐ Losing weight

    ☐ Making more money

    ☐ Becoming successful

    ☐ Fixing your life

    ☐ Getting your children to answer texts on time

    ☐ Learning how to fold fitted sheets


    So naturally,

    I spent years trying to qualify.

    I made plans.

    Backup plans.

    Emergency backup plans.

    And a few dramatic speeches

    for situations that never actually happened.


    Meanwhile,

    happiness was behaving very irresponsibly.

    It showed up at odd times.

    While eating the last piece of cake.

    While finding money in an old handbag.

    While cancelling plans and staying home.

    Especially while cancelling plans and staying home.


    The strange thing is,

    nobody tells you this.

    They tell you happiness lives in big moments.

    The promotion.

    The dream house.

    The perfect vacation.

    The life-changing achievement.

    And yes,

    those things are wonderful.

    But somehow,

    the happiness from buying a new refrigerator

    lasts about three business days.


    Then you’re standing in the kitchen thinking,

    Well… now what?”


    Maybe that’s the biggest misconception.

    We think happiness is a permanent resident.

    Turns out,

    it’s more like that friend who drops by unexpectedly,

    makes you laugh,

    steals a biscuit,

    refuses to stay long,

    and leaves before you can ask for a selfie.


    It visits during ridiculous moments.

    A perfectly made cup of tea.

    A joke that shouldn’t be funny but is.

    A song you haven’t heard in years.

    Fresh bedsheets.

    Finding out tomorrow is a holiday.

    Finding out someone else made dinner.

    Now THAT is happiness.


    These days,

    I don’t chase it quite so much.

    Mostly because I’m tired.

    Also because happiness seems to enjoy hide-and-seek.

    The harder I look,

    the faster it runs.

    The moment I stop searching,

    there it is—

    sitting quietly beside me,

    hiding in a good laugh,

    a familiar voice,

    an unexpected free afternoon,

    or a cup of tea that somehow tastes exactly right.

    And perhaps that’s the biggest misconception of all.

    We think happiness is waiting for us somewhere in the future,

    while it keeps waving at us from the present.


    So tell me, dear friends…

    What is one small thing that made you smile recently?

    Not the big achievements.

    Not the life-changing moments.

    Just something simple.

    A phone call from someone you love.

    A favourite song playing unexpectedly.

    A warm cup of tea on a quiet afternoon.

    Holding hands with the person who makes your heart purr.

    Listening to the giggles, laughter, and mischief of children filling the house with life.

    Or a furry little companion who greets you as though you’ve returned from a year-long expedition, when in reality you only stepped out for ten minutes.

    Maybe happiness isn’t hiding in extraordinary moments after all.

    Maybe it’s tucked inside these little everyday moments that ask for nothing except to be noticed.

    I’d love to hear about one of yours. 💛✨

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    Leaving you with a little happiness today,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕🦋

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    While writing this, I was reminded of another thought that has stayed with me for a long time: we often spend so much energy searching for meaning that we forget to notice the magic already sitting beside us.

    The Garden Within: A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

    A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    For Every Woman Who Forgot Her Spark✨

  • Why My Brain Goes Blank During Conversations

    Why My Brain Goes Blank During Conversations

    If you could instantly master any skill, what would it be and why?

    I’d Like My Brain to Stop Going on Vacation During Conversations

    Some people wish they could fly.

    Some want to speak ten languages.

    Some dream of playing the piano like a maestro.

    Me?

    I’d simply like my brain to remain present when another human being starts talking to me.

    Because the moment a conversation begins, my thoughts behave like school children hearing the final bell.

    They scatter in every direction.


    The Curse of the Perfect Reply

    Have you ever walked away from a conversation and suddenly become the funniest person on Earth?

    Three hours later?

    In the shower?

    While folding laundry?

    While trying to sleep?

    Of course you have.

    Someone says something.

    You smile politely.

    Nod intelligently.

    Maybe even throw in a respectable “Hmm.”

    Then later your brain delivers the perfect response like a delayed courier service.

    “Your package has arrived. Estimated delivery time: Four hours too late.”


    My Internal TED Talk

    The funny thing is that inside my head, I’m brilliant.

    Witty.

    Insightful.

    Charming.

    Possibly award-winning.

    I have opinions.

    Stories.

    Questions.

    Observations.

    Entire TED Talks.

    Unfortunately, none of them make it through customs before the conversation ends.


    Small Talk: My Natural Predator

    I don’t fear spiders.

    I don’t fear heights.

    I don’t even fear getting older.

    But “So… tell me something about yourself.”

    That question has the power to erase my entire personality.

    Suddenly I forget my hobbies.

    My interests.

    My achievements.

    Possibly even my own name.


    The Skill I Really Want

    If I could instantly master any skill, I wouldn’t choose mind reading.

    I’d choose the ability to say what’s already sitting comfortably inside my head.

    At the right time.

    To the right people.

    Without needing a rehearsal, a rough draft, and a post-conversation analysis meeting.


    Maybe Fellow Introverts Will Understand

    We don’t struggle because we have nothing to say.

    We struggle because we have too much.

    Thoughts.

    Feelings.

    Possibilities.

    Drafts.

    Alternative drafts.

    And backup drafts.

    By the time we choose one, the conversation has moved on to another topic and somebody is discussing weather forecasts.


    The Happy Ending

    But perhaps there is something beautiful about this too.

    Introverts may arrive late with their words.

    Yet when they finally speak, they usually mean every single one of them.

    And maybe that’s a skill worth keeping.

    Still…

    If anyone knows where I can download the “Respond Instantly Without Panicking” update for my brain, please let me know.

    I’d master that skill in a heartbeat.

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    To all the fellow overthinkers and quiet souls out there you’re not alone. 🤍

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕🦋

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  • The Garden Within: A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

    The Garden Within: A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self

    What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?

    Dear 20-year-old me,

    I know you’re chasing butterflies.

    You call them dreams,
    people,
    opportunities,
    love.

    But they’re all butterflies.

    The more desperately you run after them,
    the farther they seem to fly.

    So you run.

    Across years.

    Across heartbreaks.

    Across versions of yourself.

    Convinced that happiness is always
    one step ahead,
    one promotion away,
    one relationship away,
    one miracle away.

    And every time something beautiful leaves,
    you blame your hands for not holding on tightly enough.

    What you don’t know yet
    is that butterflies were never meant to be caught.

    They were meant to be admired.

    One day,
    without announcing itself,
    life will change the question.

    Instead of asking,
    “How do I keep beautiful things from leaving?”

    You’ll start asking,

    “How do I build a beautiful life, even when they do?”

    And that’s when everything changes.

    You’ll plant tiny seeds—
    a quiet morning,
    a good book,
    a laugh that reaches your eyes,
    people who feel like sunlight,
    dreams that belong only to you.

    Slowly,
    almost secretly,
    a garden will begin to grow.

    And then one morning,
    you’ll notice something strange.

    The butterflies are back.

    Not because you chased them.

    Not because you begged them to stay.

    But because beautiful things are naturally drawn
    to places where they can rest.

    Looking back, I realize that every experience—the beautiful ones and the painful ones—helped shape this garden. Some became flowers, some became thorns, but each of them taught me something about who I was becoming. Perhaps growing up is not about creating a perfect life. Perhaps it is about learning to find beauty, meaning, and gratitude in every season we live through.

    🌿 The secret was never learning how to catch butterflies.
 It was learning how to grow a garden worth returning to.

    With love,
    Rajeshwari
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Healthy Boundaries in Relationships: A Guide to Lasting Love

    Healthy Boundaries in Relationships: A Guide to Lasting Love

    Love Grows Better When It Has Room to Breathe

    There was a time when love was measured by letters.

    Today, it is measured by blue ticks.

    “Seen at 10:32 PM.”

    “No reply till 11:05 PM.”

    “Somewhere between love letters and read receipts, we forgot how to trust.’’

    And suddenly, a relationship that survived years of memories is standing trial because someone took a nap.

    Welcome to modern love.

    Where everyone wants understanding, but nobody wants to understand.

    Where everyone wants respect, but forgets to give it.

    And where “Why didn’t you reply?” has become more common than “How are you?”


    Healthy Boundaries Are Not Walls

    The biggest misunderstanding about boundaries is that people think they are walls.

    They are not.

    Walls keep people out.

    Boundaries teach people how to stay.

    There is a difference.

    A healthy relationship is not two people holding each other so tightly that neither can breathe.

    It is two people holding hands while still allowing each other enough space to remain themselves.

    Because love should never feel like a prison sentence with unlimited calls and mandatory attendance.


    Love Does Not Mean Constant Availability

    Somewhere along the way, we started believing that if someone truly loves us, they should always be available.

    Immediately.

    Instantly.

    Magically.

    As if they were customer support representatives assigned exclusively to our emotional emergencies.

    But people have lives.

    Work.

    Stress.

    Bad days.

    Silence.

    And sometimes they simply need time.

    A delayed reply is not a crime.

    A missed call is not betrayal.

    And needing space is not rejection.

    The strongest relationships are not built on constant communication.

    They are built on consistent trust.

    Love grows where trust lives.

    Suspicion grows where assumptions rent a room.


    Stop Keeping Score

    “You forgot my birthday.”

    “You didn’t call first.”

    “You always do this.”

    “You never do that.”

    And just like that, a relationship becomes a courtroom.

    Both partners become lawyers.

    Nobody wants to be a judge.

    Everybody wants to win.

    But relationships are not competitions.

    There are no trophies for proving who suffered more.

    No medals for remembering every mistake since 2019.

    No championship title for winning an argument while losing the person.

    Sometimes the healthiest thing two people can do is stop counting.

    Because love is not accounting.

    It is understanding.


    The Problem Is Not Conflict

    Most relationships do not break because of problems.

    They break because of the way people handle problems.

    A disagreement is normal.

    Frustration is normal.

    Anger is normal.

    Even misunderstandings are normal.

    What matters is what happens next.

    Do we listen?

    Do we explain?

    Do we try to understand before defending ourselves?

    Or do we immediately start building a blame game strong enough to collapse the entire relationship?

    Because “You hurt me” starts a conversation.

    “You are the problem” starts a war.

    And wars have never been known for producing healthy relationships.


    Respect Is Still Romantic

    We talk so much about chemistry.

    So much about attraction.

    So much about butterflies.

    Nobody talks enough about respect.

    But respect is what remains after the butterflies get tired.

    Respect is answering kindly even when annoyed.

    Respect is not mocking someone’s feelings.

    Respect is allowing differences without turning them into battles.

    Respect is saying,

    “I don’t agree with you, but I still value you.”

    And honestly?

    That may be one of the purest forms of love.


    Let People Be Human

    One of the most beautiful boundaries we can create is allowing people to be imperfect.

    Not every mistake is disrespect.

    Not every silence is abandonment.

    Not every disagreement is a red flag.

    Sometimes people are simply human.

    Tired humans.

    Confused humans.

    Learning humans.

    Healing humans.

    The same way we are.

    The same grace we want for ourselves often becomes the grace we forget to give others.


    The Secret Nobody Talks About

    A healthy relationship is not made of perfect days.

    It is made of repaired days.

    The conversations after misunderstandings.

    The apologies after mistakes.

    The hugs after arguments.

    The decision to stay kind when being right feels easier.

    Anyone can love during sunshine.

    The real magic appears when two people learn how to walk together through storms without turning into the storm themselves.


    Before You Leave

    If there is one thing today’s generation needs to hear, it is this:

    Not every discomfort means the relationship is wrong.

    Not every challenge means it is time to leave.

    And not every conflict means love has disappeared.

    Sometimes growth feels uncomfortable.

    Sometimes understanding takes effort.

    Sometimes relationships require patience.

    Healthy boundaries are not about keeping people at a distance.

    They are about protecting the respect, trust, and individuality that allow love to survive.

    Because in the end, love was never meant to be a game of “You didn’t” and “I did.”

    It was always meant to be two imperfect people saying:

    “Let’s figure this out together.”

    And perhaps that is what real love looks like—

    Not two people who never hurt each other.

    But two people who care enough to learn how not to.

    Like the first sunlight of the morning, relationships do not need to be perfect to be beautiful.

    They simply need warmth, patience, and a little room to grow.

    And when love learns to breathe,

    it learns to stay.

    ♥️

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • 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