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  • 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.

    .

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

    .

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

    .

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

    .

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

    .

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

    .

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

    .

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

    .

    Not perfect.
    Not famous.
    Not endlessly admired.

    .

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

    .

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

    .

    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.

    .

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

    .

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

    .

    .

    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. ☕✨

    .

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • ✨ Gone Without Goodbye

    ✨ Gone Without Goodbye

    Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

    There was a phase of my life

    that didn’t just happen to me—

    it lived inside my bones.

    The kind that leaves slowly,

    like someone taking their hands

    off your throat…

    but gently.

    .

    I knew it was ending

    long before I admitted it.

    Goodbyes always start

    with silence —

    the kind you pretend not to notice

    while noticing every second of it.

    .

    Some days it felt like

    love wearing borrowed clothes—

    a little tight,

    a little loose,

    anything but mine.

    And yet,

    I kept adjusting myself

    like a fool

    hoping the fitting would change.

    .

    When it finally walked away,

    I didn’t cry immediately.

    I just forgot how to breathe

    for a few weeks.

    Funny, right?

    You don’t realize someone

    was oxygen

    until you’re counting

    your inhales like bills.

    .

    But the strangest thing?

    I still feel relieved

    knowing they’re okay

    wherever they are.

    Like…

    I don’t want them back,

    but I don’t want them hurting either.

    Life is weird.

    Or maybe I am.

    .

    And then there were the goodbyes

    that weren’t even goodbyes —

    just sudden disappearances

    into a place no map can bring them back from.

    The kind that split your existence

    into a “before” and an “after.”

    When they left,

    they didn’t just leave the world —

    they left my world.

    It felt like someone pulled a rib out of me,

    a whole structure of safety and warmth,

    and now I live with a space inside my chest

    that no love, no person,

    no future can ever refill.

    It doesn’t heal…

    you just learn to walk around it

    like a crack in your own spine.

    .

    Even now, when a certain song plays,

    my chest remembers

    what my mind has forgiven

    and my heart has outgrown.

    .

    And that phase?

    I’ll never get it back.

    But I’m learning to love

    the version of me

    who survived it —

    without bitterness,

    without blame,

    without begging anyone

    to stay.

    .

    🌸 A Message for Every Woman

    — Read This Slowly

    Choose yourself.

    Always.

    At every turn, every milestone, every heartbreak.

    Love yourself loudly enough

    that people think twice

    before leaving

    and think a hundred times

    before hurting you.

    .

    Stand on your own feet

    so firmly

    that anyone who walks beside you

    knows it is an honour —

    not a favour.

    .

    Let the world learn

    how to love you

    from the way you love yourself.

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved.

  • If I Could Be Someone Else… I’d Still Pick Me 2.0

    If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

    A digital illustration of a woman in a white and gold saree standing gracefully between two ornate green pillars. She has long dark hair, a magenta blouse, and a soft confident expression. The text above her reads “If I Could Be Someone Else… I’d Still Pick Me 2.0,” and “Nihshabd” is written elegantly at the bottom. Illustration by Rajeshwari.
    Illustration by Rajeshwari

    **I’D STILL PICK THE UPGRADED ME**

    .

    If I could be someone else for a day,

    honestly—

    why borrow anyone else’s chaos

    when my own evolution is already iconic?

    .

    I’d choose Me 2.0 —

    the version with fewer meltdowns

    and better brain Wi-Fi.

    The me who eats chocolate on impulse

    and refuses to feel guilty about joy.

    .

    The me with built-in auto-replies like:

    “Not today, darling.

    My peace is running on premium mode.”

    .

    A me with a radar

    that detects energy vampires

    from two emotional miles away.

    .

    The version of me

    who doesn’t argue with the bathroom mirror—

    just lifts an eyebrow and says,

    “You’re doing amazing.

    Stop underestimating your own sparkle.”

    .

    A me with

    better boundaries,

    cleaner eyeliner,

    and a much smarter list of people

    whose opinions are allowed to land.

    .

    A me who knows

    when to raise the sarcasm

    and when to raise the silence.

    The Nihshabd version—

    just with a software update.

    .

    A me who says

    “I deserve softness”

    without whispering it.

    A me who dances

    like people are watching—

    and still doesn’t care.

    .

    If I could be someone else for a day,

    I’d pick the woman I’m already becoming:

    sharper, softer, louder, quieter—

    all in the right places.

    .

    Because honestly?

    Why be someone else…

    when the next version of me

    is already legendary in the making?

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari — All Rights Reserved. Do not repost or reproduce without permission.

  • NIHSHABD (Beginnings Moving with Fear, Choosing to Begin)

    NIHSHABD (Beginnings Moving with Fear, Choosing to Begin)

    What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

    What’s the thing I’m most scared to do?

    Almost… everything.

    I’m an introvert.

    Fear isn’t a rare emotion for me

    it’s a regular visitor.

    Doesn’t knock. Just walks in.

    Speaking up? Scary.

    Starting something new? Terrifying.

    “What will people think?”

    That fear comes with a lifetime subscription.

    I’m like a pretty little plant

    that flinches even in sunlight,

    yet somehow keeps growing

    because not growing was never really an option.

    The funny part?

    The very things I try to run from,

    life places right in front of me

    no warning, no choice.

    “Here. You have to do this.”

    And every time I think,

    Should I run?

    Hide?

    Disappear into a corner where nobody will find me?

    And I ask myself,

    What would it take to get me to do it?

    But then… something happens.

    A tiny initiative.

    The smallest beginning.

    Hands shaking, heart racing

    yet one step forward anyway.

    Yes, people judge.

    And yes, I judge myself even more.

    But somewhere inside that fear

    lives something rare

    like a diamond hidden inside a difficult stone.

    Quiet. Precious. Real.

    I’m not fearless.

    I’m just moving

    with fear beside me,

    with love in my pocket,

    and a little sense of humour to survive.

    Maybe courage isn’t about being brave at all.

    Maybe it’s about existing,

    and still choosing to begin.

    “A clenched human fist breaking through cracked stone, holding a glowing diamond, symbolising quiet courage and inner strength, with the text ‘Quiet Courage’ and a quote about moving forward with fear, love, humour, and Nihshabd.”
    “Courage doesn’t shout; it moves anyway”

    —Rajeshwari 💕

  • We Were Never Meant To Arrive

    We Were Never Meant To Arrive

    If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

    A long empty road leading toward quiet mountains at sunset, symbolising an inner journey, solitude, and silent reflection — Nihshabd
    “Some roads don’t ask where you’re going.”

    If I could un-invent destination,

    it would be because everything beautiful happens before we arrive.

    The excitement that makes the heart race.

    The little fear that walks in quietly with hope.

    The journey where love begins softly

    not with promises,

    but with presence.

    A couple holding hands, walking together on a mountain path surrounded by misty hills, symbolizing love, journey, and togetherness – Nihshabd
    “Two hearts. One road. No hurry to arrive.”

    Walking side by side,

    sometimes talking,

    sometimes lost in silence,

    letting the road decide our pace.

    The open sky above us,

    the playful wind touching our faces,

    the tall mountains standing still,

    as if they know what we are becoming.

    In the journey,

    there is laughter that comes easily,

    there is longing that feels sweet,

    there is closeness that doesn’t ask for words.

    Time feels different here.

    Nothing is missing.

    Nothing is rushed.

    Not waiting for anything. Just sitting with what the journey left inside me.
    “The road rested outside the window,
    and so did her heart.”

    But when we reach the destination,

    everything gently shifts.

    The movement slows.

    The questions rest.

    The magic learns to be quiet.

    Not because love disappears,

    but because it has been felt fully,

    in every step,

    in every shared breath.

    A young man outdoors with friends, smiling in a shared moment, representing connection, presence, and quiet joy beyond words — Nihshabd
    “Some moments arrive quietly
    and stay longer than destinations.”

    Maybe love was never meant to be reached.

    Maybe it was meant to be lived

    on open roads,

    under wide skies,

    with wind in our hair

    and hands that never hurry to let go.

    —Rajeshwari 💕