Tag: dailyprompt

  • कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡

    कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡

    Who would you like to talk to soon?

    कभी-कभी सोचती हूँ,
    दोस्ती आखिर होती क्या है…?

    क्या रोज़ बात करना दोस्ती है?
    हर तस्वीर में साथ दिखना दोस्ती है?
    या फिर हर वक़्त एक-दूसरे के पास रहना…?

    अगर ऐसा होता,
    तो शायद कई रिश्ते कब के ख़त्म हो चुके होते।

    मेरे लिए दोस्ती वह रिश्ता है
    जो वक़्त की धूल जम जाने के बाद भी
    दिल में चमकता रहता है। ✨

    कुछ लोग हमारी ज़िंदगी में
    बहुत शोर के साथ नहीं आते,
    वे धीरे-धीरे आदत बन जाते हैं।
    सुबह की चाय जैसे,
    पुरानी किताबों की खुशबू जैसे,
    या उस गीत जैसे
    जिसे सुने बिना मन पूरा नहीं होता। ♡

    फिर एक दिन ज़िंदगी
    सबको अलग-अलग दिशाओं में बाँट देती है।
    किसी के हिस्से नौकरी आती है,
    किसी के हिस्से परिवार,
    किसी के हिस्से ज़िम्मेदारियाँ…
    और देखते ही देखते
    वे लोग, जिनके बिना एक दिन नहीं गुजरता था,
    अब महीनों तक सिर्फ़ यादों में मिलते हैं।

    लेकिन अजीब बात यह है—
    दूरी कभी उस अपनापन को कम नहीं कर पाती।

    आज भी जब कोई बात दिल दुखाती है,
    तो सबसे पहले वही पुराने दोस्त याद आते हैं।
    जिनसे अब उतनी बात नहीं होती,
    पर जिनके सामने कभी ख़ुद को समझाना नहीं पड़ता था।

    कुछ रिश्तों की सबसे खूबसूरत बात यही होती है
    कि वे हिसाब नहीं माँगते।
    वे यह नहीं पूछते
    कि “इतने दिन कहाँ थे?”
    वे बस वहीं से अपनापन शुरू कर देते हैं
    जहाँ आख़िरी बार छोड़ा था। 🤍

    कभी किसी सड़क पर चलते हुए
    अचानक कोई पुरानी हँसी याद आ जाती है।
    किसी दुकान के बाहर खड़े होकर
    वो बेवजह की बातें याद आने लगती हैं।
    और फिर दिल बहुत चुपके से मान लेता है
    कि कुछ लोग अब साथ नहीं हैं…
    पर उनसे जुड़ी मोहब्बत आज भी वहीं है।

    शायद इसी का नाम दोस्ती है—
    एक ऐसा रिश्ता
    जो दूरी से नहीं टूटता,
    बस यादों में और गहरा उतर जाता है। ✨

    और सच कहूँ यार…
    तेरे साथ बिताए हुए वो छोटे-छोटे पल
    आज भी मेरी ज़िंदगी के सबसे खूबसूरत हिस्सों में आते हैं।

    क्योंकि कुछ लोग
    ज़िंदगी में देर तक साथ रहें या नहीं,
    दिल में हमेशा रह जाते हैं… ♡


    Sometimes I wonder what friendship truly means…

    Is it talking every single day?
    Being present in every photograph together?
    Or always staying close to each other…?

    If that were true,
    then many beautiful friendships would have ended long ago.

    To me, friendship is the kind of bond
    that still shines in the heart
    even after time has covered it with dust. ✨

    Some people do not enter our lives loudly.
    They slowly become a part of us.
    Like morning tea,
    like the scent of old books,
    or like that one song
    the heart never gets tired of hearing. ♡

    And then one day, life quietly pulls everyone
    towards different directions.
    Some get busy chasing dreams,
    some become wrapped in responsibilities,
    and some are simply trying to survive their own battles.

    Before we realize it,
    the people we once spoke to every day
    begin meeting us only in memories.

    And yet, strangely,
    distance never really lessens the love.

    Even today, whenever something hurts deeply,
    those old friends are the first ones I remember.
    The ones I may not speak to often anymore,
    but the ones before whom
    I never had to explain myself. 🤍

    That is perhaps the most beautiful thing about certain relationships —
    they do not ask for explanations.
    They do not complain about the silence.
    They simply continue from the same warmth
    where everything was once left behind.

    Sometimes while walking down a familiar road,
    an old laugh suddenly returns to my ears.
    Sometimes a random memory
    brings back an entire version of life I thought was gone.

    And in those quiet moments,
    the heart softly accepts
    that some people may no longer walk beside us…
    but the love attached to them never truly leaves. ✨

    Maybe that is what friendship really is —
    a bond that distance cannot break,
    a connection that quietly grows deeper inside memories.

    And honestly, my friend…
    the little moments I spent with you
    still remain among the most beautiful parts of my life. ♡

    Because some people,
    whether they stay for long or not,
    find a forever home inside the heart.

    Sunset lakeside aesthetic with books, warm lights, and the Hindi quote “कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡” alongside Nihshabd. ✨
    कुछ रिश्ते ख़ामोश होकर भी दिल में हमेशा ज़िंदा रहते हैं… ♡

    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    Daily writing prompt
    What is the meaning of life?

    What Life Feels Like ✨

    Sometimes,
    when I sit quietly
    and think about life,
    it feels like a tiny beautiful moment
    running softly through my hands
    before I can hold it completely.

    Like a butterfly
    that chooses your shoulder
    for just a second. 🦋

    Like a rainbow
    appearing shyly after rain
    only to disappear again
    as if magic was never meant
    to stay forever. 🌈

    Life feels golden sometimes —
    sunlight tangled in hair,
    music floating through rooms,
    giggles that arrive unexpectedly,
    laughter so pure
    it heals hidden corners inside us.

    And sometimes life is simply
    a soft breeze,
    a silver line behind dark clouds,
    a strange little miracle
    hiding inside ordinary days.

    To me,
    life is not a race to win.

    It is freedom.
    Peace.
    Clarity.
    Love without conditions.
    Happiness found in tiny things.

    It is dancing foolishly in the kitchen,
    singing wrong lyrics loudly,
    being playful without shame,
    staying a little crazy,
    a little quirky,
    a little wonderfully undone.

    Life is learning to live
    without grudges heavy in the heart.
    To let go gently.
    To forgive quietly.
    To protect your peace
    like something sacred.

    And maybe the meaning of life
    is not something huge at all.

    Maybe it is simply this —

    to love deeply,
    laugh endlessly,
    feel everything fully,
    and leave behind
    a little warmth,
    a little music,
    and a little magic
    wherever we go. ✨

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    A dreamy sunset scene with a girl, butterflies, rainbow, and soft magical vibes beside the title Nihshabd.
    Tiny moments. Big feelings. Infinite magic. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures

    Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures

    What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

    Women get emotionally attached to the strangest things. ✨

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    An old receipt tucked inside a book.
    A dried flower saved between pages for years.
    A dupatta that still smells like home.
    Tiny notes, movie tickets, gift wrappers, empty perfume bottles “just because,” and boxes filled with memories nobody else would understand. 😭

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    And of course… those clothes that no longer fit but are still hanging safely in the cupboard because “what if I lose weight someday?” 🫣
    Every woman has at least one outfit she refuses to give away out of pure hope, delusion, and emotional attachment. 😭

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    Some clothes stay in our cupboards
    not because they fit our bodies anymore…
    but because they still fit a version of us we’re not ready to let go of. ✨

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    To the rest of the world, it may look like clutter.
    But women rarely keep things for their price.
    They keep them for the feelings attached to them.

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    A simple object becomes a memory.
    A memory becomes comfort.
    And comfort quietly becomes impossible to throw away.

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    Women have a beautiful habit of turning ordinary things
    into emotional time machines. 🤍

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    Some women keep their mother’s sarees like inherited pieces of love.
    Some keep old letters they pretend they don’t read anymore.
    Some keep clothes from happier days,
    hoping the feelings stitched into them never fade completely. ✨

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    And somehow every little thing carries a story:
    who they were,
    who they loved,
    what they survived,
    what they lost,
    and what they still secretly miss. ✨

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    Women are funny that way.
    They can throw away logic in two seconds…
    but will protect a tiny meaningless object for ten years because “it feels special.” 😭🤍

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    Maybe that’s the beauty of women.
    They don’t just live life.
    They preserve it softly in corners, drawers, books, fabrics, scents, and silent little treasures the world would never notice.

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    A warm, nostalgic featured image showing sentimental treasures women hold dear folded fabrics, old photos, movie tickets, handwritten notes, flowers, and cozy vintage décor beneath the title Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures with Nihshabd written elegantly below. ✨

    Women don’t collect things… they collect little pieces of their hearts. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • From Stamps to Memories ✨

    From Stamps to Memories ✨

    Do you have any collections?

    Do You Have Any Collections?

    I used to collect stamps once.
    Tiny rectangles carrying countries I had never seen,
    languages I could not read,
    and kings, birds, flowers, mountains, and histories I knew nothing about.

    Then came coins.

    Old coins. Shiny coins. Foreign coins.
    Coins with holes in them.
    Coins that looked more valuable than my entire personality in school.

    Back then, finding one unusual coin felt like discovering treasure.
    Now I lose ₹10 coins inside sofa cushions and emotionally move on.

    Somewhere between growing up and paying bills,
    my collections disappeared quietly.

    The albums are gone.
    The little plastic folders vanished.
    Even the excitement of asking relatives,
    “Do you have any old stamps?”
    has retired respectfully.

    But maybe we never really stop collecting things.

    We simply change what we collect.

    Now I collect screenshots I’ll never revisit.
    Saved reels I’ll never watch again.
    Travel tickets folded inside books.
    Receipts from cafés because “the paper looked aesthetic.”
    Unread books.
    Half-finished notebooks.
    Memories from random rainy evenings.
    And conversations that should have meant less… but didn’t.

    Adulthood is honestly just becoming a curator of emotionally unnecessary things.

    And somehow, the weirdest collections are always invisible.

    We collect people’s words.
    Certain songs.
    Specific smells from childhood.
    Tiny heartbreaks.
    Almost-confessions.
    Moments where we laughed too hard in the middle of ordinary days.

    No shelf displays them.
    Yet they occupy the most space.

    And maybe that’s why old collections feel so precious today —
    because they remind us of a version of ourselves
    who found magic in tiny things.

    A coin.
    A stamp.
    A sticker.
    A postcard.

    Little objects… carrying entire worlds.


    ✦ Poem ✦

    I once kept stamps in careful rows,
    like little doors to distant roads;
    and coins inside a velvet tin,
    as if they held the world within.

    Now drawers are filled with stranger things —
    old movie tickets, broken rings,
    receipts from cafés, faded notes,
    and passwords nobody even wrote.

    We grow, and so our collections do;
    less about objects, more about who.
    A laugh, a face, a fleeting day,
    the kind that never fully fades away.

    And isn’t it funny, strange, yet true —
    the older we get, the more we pursue
    small little moments we cannot hold…
    while missing the treasures we once called gold. ✨

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    A cozy nostalgic flatlay featuring vintage stamps, coins, travel memories, café receipts, and handwritten notes beside the title From Stamps to Memories ✨.
    Some collections leave albums…some stay in the heart forever. ✨

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Kind of Happiness That Lives on Highways

    The Kind of Happiness That Lives on Highways

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you plan the perfect road trip?

    (A highly professional guide written by someone emotionally attached to highways and roadside chai)

    There is a special kind of confidence that appears before every road trip.

    The kind where we say things like:
    “We’ll pack light.”
    “We won’t spend unnecessarily.”
    “We’ll sleep early.”
    And my personal favorite—
    “We’ll stop only once.”

    Three hours later, the car is full of chips, six water bottles, random chargers, mystery bags nobody remembers packing, unlimited munching supplies, and someone is already asking:

    “Kitna aur time lagega?”

    And honestly?
    That is exactly how a perfect road trip begins.

    Because road trips are never just about reaching somewhere.
    They are about becoming slightly unhinged together on highways with bad network and excellent scenery.

    They begin with playlists nobody agrees on.

    One person wants old Bollywood songs.
    Another suddenly becomes an international DJ.
    Someone plays sad songs while everyone else is eating sandwiches aggressively at 90 km/h.

    Meanwhile Google Maps calmly says:
    “You are on the fastest route,”
    while leading us directly into roads that look abandoned since 1987.

    But still…
    nothing feels more alive than sitting beside a window while the breeze messes up your hair, butterflies fly past the fields, clouds slowly gather above the mountains, and an entire sunset quietly follows your car.

    Road trips somehow turn ordinary moments into lifelong memories.

    The chai tastes better.
    Maggi at a random hill station becomes a five-star meal.
    Even badly clicked blurry pictures suddenly feel cinematic later.

    And then come the random stops.

    Stops that were never part of the plan.

    A roadside tea stall.
    Fresh pakoras during rain.
    Tiny cafés hidden between highways.
    Local food from places nobody can pronounce properly.

    Because somehow the best memories are always made at places we never planned to stop at.

    And then come the conversations.

    Those nonstop, sleep-deprived, deeply unnecessary conversations.

    From childhood stories…
    to conspiracy theories…
    to “what if we buy land in the mountains and disappear forever?”

    Road trips make philosophers out of exhausted people.

    But planning a perfect road trip is not only vibes and aesthetic sunsets.

    There are two kinds of travelers:

    The “Let’s just go with the flow” people.
    And the responsible adults carrying:

    — first aid kit
    — medicines
    — power banks
    — offline maps
    — emergency cash
    — torch
    — tissues
    — extra clothes
    — snacks for emotional emergencies
    — and enough plastic bags to survive a natural disaster.

    Honestly, the real hero of every trip is the person who says:
    “Keep the medicines with you… just in case.”

    Because somewhere between beautiful highways and loud laughter, safety matters too.

    Seatbelts matter.
    Rest breaks matter.
    Checking the car before leaving matters.
    Hydration matters.
    And not driving while sleepy definitely matters.

    Adventure feels better when everyone reaches home safely.

    And maybe that is why I love road trips so much.

    Because they are messy.
    Unpredictable.
    Overpacked.
    Loud.
    Beautiful.

    Full of excitement.
    Full of detours.
    Full of exploring places that once existed only as tiny dots on maps.

    A road trip does not ask life to be perfect.

    It only asks you to roll down the windows a little more…
    play that favorite song again…
    take one more random stop…
    eat one more unnecessary snack…
    laugh a little louder…
    and keep moving forward while the sky changes colors beside you.

    Somewhere between the roads, the rain, the tea stalls, the scenic views, the butterflies, the local food, the unlimited munching, the giggles, the wrong turns, and the endless conversations…

    you quietly realize:

    sometimes happiness does not look like a destination.

    Sometimes it simply looks like
    a long road ahead,
    cool breeze through the windows,
    your favorite people beside you,
    absolutely no tension in your heart,
    and the beautiful feeling of being far away from the world for a little while…

    just exploring, enjoying, and feeling alive in between the roads. ✨

    A scenic highway during golden sunset with mountains, soft clouds, and a hand stretched out of a moving car, capturing the peaceful freedom of a road trip.
    Some happiness cannot stay in one place.
    It only lives on highways. ✨

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Things We Leave Behind

    The Things We Leave Behind

    What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

    Legacy

    I do not dream of marble names,
    or statues standing tall,
    I only hope my presence stays
    in little things… that’s all.

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    In laughter shared at dinner tables,
    in stories told again,
    in recipes with extra love
    and slightly guessed-by-hand.

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    I want to leave behind soft words
    that comfort tired hearts,
    the kind of kindness people keep
    long after we depart.

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    Maybe no history books will care,
    maybe no headlines sing,
    but if my people smile at memories,
    that feels like everything.

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    Let my legacy be warmth and light,
    traditions carried through,
    a home where love was always loud,
    and everyone felt true.

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    I hope my name is spoken softly
    in moments filled with grace,
    like winter sunlight on tired skin
    or peace in a crowded place.

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    May I remain in tiny habits,
    in little things people do,
    like adding extra chai to milk
    because “that’s how she used to.” ☕

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    I want to live inside the pauses
    between chaos and despair,
    in the feeling that no matter what,
    someone once truly cared.

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    Not perfect.
    Not famous.
    Not endlessly admired.

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    Just human enough to be remembered
    with affection instead of formality.

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    Because in the end,
    legacy is not built from monuments.
    It is built quietly

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    in how gently you held people,
    how safely they could fall apart around you,
    and how deeply your love continued living
    even after you were gone.

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    And if someday, long after me,
    my absence still feels a little warm
    instead of completely empty…

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    I think that would mean
    I loved well enough to stay. ✨

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    A warm and nostalgic sunset scene by a window featuring books, dried flowers, candles, handwritten notes, and a cup of chai, with the title The Things We Leave Behind and the name Nihshabd softly displayed in the center.
    Some things end, but their warmth stays forever. ☕✨

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Cold Weather Feels Like a Personality Upgrade ❄️☕

    Cold Weather Feels Like a Personality Upgrade ❄️☕

    How do you feel about cold weather?

    Cold weather feels like life finally lowering its brightness a little. ❄️

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    After months of surviving heat that makes you question your existence, your skincare, your electricity bill, and sometimes even your own attitude… winter enters quietly like,
    “Calm down, drama queen. Sit in the sun and heal.”

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    And honestly?
    No season has better marketing than winter.

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    Suddenly everyone becomes soft-spoken philosophers with a cup of chai in hand.
    People who ignored sunlight all year are now sitting in balconies like retired grandparents, rotating themselves every five minutes for “even heating.” ☀️

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    Winter also turns ordinary things into luxury experiences.

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    Warm blankets? Heaven.
    Hot chai? Therapy.
    Sunny afternoons? National treasure.
    Freshly washed blankets? Spiritual awakening.

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    Flowers suddenly start looking happier,
    butterflies return like they pay seasonal visits,
    and somehow even the air starts smelling softer. 🌼🦋

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    And eating ice cream in winter?
    That’s not dessert. That’s confidence.

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    Closets go through full character development too.
    Out come the sweaters, shawls, hoodies, fuzzy socks, jackets nobody touched all year…
    and suddenly every house starts looking like a tiny winter fashion parade. 🧣✨

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    There’s also something deeply satisfying about wrapping yourself inside a blanket so completely that only your eyes are visible — like you’re either hiding from responsibilities or running a secret undercover operation. 🫣

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    Even sadness feels aesthetic in winter.
    You stare out of the window for two minutes, holding a cup of chai, and suddenly every passing breeze feels like a memory you forgot you had. ✨

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    And somehow, winter makes people softer too.
    Conversations become slower.
    Laughter stays a little longer.
    Even silence starts feeling comforting instead of empty.

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    Maybe that’s why cold weather feels special to me.
    Not because life magically becomes perfect…
    but because winter teaches you that happiness was never hiding in big moments.

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    Sometimes it’s just sunlight on the floor,
    warm hands around a cup of chai,
    a soft blanket after a tiring day,
    flowers quietly blooming outside your window,
    and a peaceful evening that asks nothing from you except to exist in it. ❄️✨

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    A cozy winter-themed scene with a warm cup of chai by the window, soft blankets, fairy lights, and the title “Cold Weather Feels Like a Personality Upgrade” with the signature Nihshabd.
    Winter — where chai tastes better and life feels softer. ❄️☕✨

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕🦋

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Little Things I Secretly Live For ✨

    The Little Things I Secretly Live For ✨

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a simple pleasure in life that brings you joy?

    Simple pleasure?
    Honestly, my happiness standards are beautifully random. 😭

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    Some people feel happy after buying expensive things.
    Meanwhile, I feel emotionally fulfilled after matching all the kitchen container lids correctly in one attempt. That satisfaction deserves respect.

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    I love making illustrations and then staring at them every few hours like I accidentally created a museum-worthy masterpiece. Sometimes I zoom into tiny details nobody else will notice and silently appreciate my own talent. Very supportive audience. Very loyal fan base. 😌

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    Old songs in the background while doing work make life feel softer somehow. Freshly washed clothes smelling like sunlight, perfectly made chai, cloudy evenings, arranging messy drawers for absolutely no reason, and finding forgotten money inside an old bag all these tiny things genuinely make me happy.

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    And honestly, nothing feels more rewarding than working in the garden for days and finally seeing one tiny flower bloom. After so much effort, that little flower feels like a personal victory. 🌼

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    Evening walks with Kiwi are also one of my favorite simple joys. Just walking slowly, feeling the evening breeze, watching random things, and forgetting life’s unnecessary stress for a while.

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    Family Ludo matches are another level of happiness. What starts as “just one game” somehow turns into emotional drama, cheating allegations, temporary alliances, revenge moves, and lifelong grudges over one cut token. 😭 Nobody in the family plays peacefully. Everyone suddenly becomes a strategist, a lawyer, and a victim at the same time.

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    Children are also walking bundles of happiness. Their random questions, dramatic storytelling, tiny hugs, sudden mood swings, and the way they can turn a quiet room into complete chaos within three minutes… irritating sometimes, adorable always.

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    I think simple pleasures matter because life is already loud and exhausting enough. These tiny moments quietly repair us without making a big announcement about it. ✨

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    Tiny moments. Big happiness. 

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    With Love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Thankfully, Only My Dignity Was Fractured

    Thankfully, Only My Dignity Was Fractured

    Have you ever broken a bone?

    Have You Ever Broken a Bone?

    The moment I read this prompt, my brain did not ask,
    “Have I ever broken a bone?”

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    It immediately asked:

    “Wait… whose bone are we talking about here?” 🤨

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    Because honestly, the wording felt slightly suspicious.
    Like the prompt was quietly investigating my criminal history.

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    For a second I genuinely wanted to reply:

    “Your Honor, before I answer, I would like my lawyer present.” 🤭

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    But thankfully, no.
    I have never broken a bone.

    Not mine.
    Not anyone else’s either.
    Very proud of this peaceful achievement, by the way. ✨

    .

    Which is honestly shocking considering the number of times my toes have violently collided with furniture.

    .

    And I don’t mean a gentle little bump.
    I mean full-speed emotional impact.

    .

    One time the swelling was SO bad that I had already started imagining dramatic X-rays (which, unfortunately, I actually had to get done), hospital scenes, and an inspiring recovery journey.

    .

    But apparently my bones looked at the situation and said:

    “Not today.” 😌

    .

    Meanwhile I was walking around the house like an injured freedom fighter for fifteen days.🫣

    .

    At this point, my skeleton deserves employee-of-the-month recognition.🤭

    .

    Though emotionally?
    Different story.

    .

    A few days ago, I confidently waved back at someone…
    who was actually waving at the person behind me.🤭

    .

    And I’m sorry, but some things fracture beyond medical repair.😪

    .

    I still think about it randomly and suffer.

    .

    So no broken bones so far.
    Just broken dignity, damaged confidence, and occasional attacks from table corners. ✨

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    A cozy illustrated scene of a girl with a bandaged foot sitting beside a table corner, surrounded by funny notes about broken dignity, awkward waving, and surviving life without broken bones.
    Bones survived. Dignity… still recovering. 🤭

    .

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Work-Life Balance, Homemaker Edition

    Work-Life Balance, Homemaker Edition

    How do you balance work and home life?

    How do I balance home and life?

    Very professionally.

    .

    I ignore one thing while doing another. ✨

    .

    I’ll start cleaning one corner of the house and somehow end up reorganizing a drawer nobody has opened since the Mughal era.

    .

    I keep things in “safe places” so safe that even I can’t find them later.
    I make tea and forget to drink it.
    I fold clothes nicely knowing fully well someone will pull out one T-shirt like they’re auditioning for a disaster documentary.

    .

    And why does everyone in the house ask questions only when I finally sit down?

    .

    The entire day is basically:
    getting up, keeping things back where they belong, and repeating,
    “Ye yahan kisne rakha???”

    .

    But honestly… somewhere between reheating tea, fixing little messes, hearing people call my name from every room, and ending the night with a tired smile…

    .

    I think this is my balance.

    .

    Not perfect.
    Not organized.
    Just a home slowly held together with small everyday love.

    .

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    A cozy featured image showing a homemaker holding tea in a warm kitchen with handwritten notes and the title “Work-Life Balance, Homemaker Edition”.
    Keeping the house running… one reheated cup of tea at a time. ☕✨

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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