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  • Guru Purnima: To Everyone Who Taught Me | Nihshabd

    Guru Purnima: To Everyone Who Taught Me | Nihshabd

    Guru Purnima: To Everyone Who Taught Me Something… Thank You ❤️

    Today is Guru Purnima a day dedicated to expressing gratitude to our gurus, the people who guide us from darkness to light, from confusion to clarity, and from ignorance to wisdom.

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    Traditionally, this day is celebrated to honor our teachers and to remember Maharishi Ved Vyasa, the great sage who compiled the Mahabharata and the Vedas. But over the years, I’ve come to believe that the spirit of Guru Purnima is much bigger than that.

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    It’s a day to pause…

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    Look back…

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    And quietly thank every person who has helped us become who we are.

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    We often imagine a guru as someone standing in front of a classroom or teaching from a sacred book.

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    But life has taught me that gurus don’t always arrive with a title.

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    Sometimes they come as parents.

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    Sometimes as a life partner.

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    Sometimes as our children.

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    Sometimes as friends, strangers, colleagues… or even people who stayed in our lives for only a little while.

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    The moment someone teaches us something that changes us, they become our guru… whether we realize it or not.

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    Some taught us how to love.

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    Some taught us patience.

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    Some gave us courage when we had none.

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    Some believed in us before we believed in ourselves.

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    Some inspired us simply by the way they lived.

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    And yes… a few taught us through heartbreak, disappointment and silence. Their lessons weren’t easy, but they were lessons nonetheless.

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    When I look back at my own journey, I realize that every person I’ve met has left behind a little piece of wisdom. Some added to my happiness. Some strengthened my character. Together, they quietly shaped the person I am still becoming.

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    So today, on Guru Purnima, I simply want to say thank you.

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    Thank you to my parents for my very first lessons in life.

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    Thank you to my family for believing in me.

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    Thank you to my husband for helping me believe in myself.

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    Thank you to my children, who continue to teach me something new every single day.

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    Thank you to my friends, my readers, and every soul who has crossed my path whether for a season or a lifetime.

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    And thank you to those who challenged me. You helped me grow in ways comfort never could.

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    If our paths have crossed, chances are you’ve taught me something… big or small.

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    For that, I am truly grateful.

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    Maybe that’s the real meaning of Guru Purnima…

    Not finding one guru, but recognizing the many who have been quietly lighting our path all along.

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    Because learning never stops…

    …and neither does gratitude. 🙏❤️

    With love,
    Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    P.S. 🤍 If I’ve missed your comments or haven’t been able to visit your blog lately, please know it isn’t because I don’t want to. Life has been keeping me a little occupied. I’ll be back to reading, replying, and cheering you on as soon as I can. Until then, thank you for your patience and for always filling this little corner of Nihshabd with so much love.🙏🏻🦋✨

  • 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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  • What We Give, Lives On

    What We Give, Lives On

    What do you do to be involved in the community?

    For me, being involved in the community begins with something I have been taught since childhood — Daan.
    Whether it is Annadaan (offering food), Vidyadaan (sharing knowledge), Vastradaan (donating clothes), or Deepdaan (offering light), the value of giving has always been a part of our upbringing.

    As an introvert, I may not always be able to participate loudly or publicly, but I truly believe kindness does not need attention to make a difference. Even the smallest act of giving can bring warmth, dignity, and hope into someone’s life.

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    Daan is important because it keeps humanity alive within a community. It teaches us gratitude, compassion, and the understanding that what we have is meant to be shared too. And if we stop practicing these values, the coming generations may never truly learn the beauty of giving.

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    That is why it is important that each of us contributes in whatever way we can. One person may give food, another knowledge, another time, support, or simply kindness. Every form of giving matters, because together, these small acts make a community stronger, kinder, and more humane.

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    A warm minimal artwork symbolizing daan through food, knowledge, clothes, and light.
    What we give with love, lives on through generations.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • I Had No Seat… Until a Stranger Gave Me His✨

    I Had No Seat… Until a Stranger Gave Me His✨

    Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

    To the strangers I never thanked… this is for you.

    I didn’t have a seat.
    Not even the “adjust a little” kind.

    Holiday rush. Train packed like everyone suddenly remembered they have a home.

    And me?
    Standing there with my bag… and the consequences of my last-minute confidence.

    There was a group on the side lower berth.
    I stood nearby, pretending I was fine…
    while mentally negotiating with the universe for 2 inches of space.

    One of them noticed.

    No speech. No drama.
    Just “Sit.”

    That small space felt like an achievement.

    And then, later that night…
    they did something I didn’t expect.

    They gave up their seat so I could sleep.
    And one of them spent the night near the door.

    No introductions.
    No “remember us.”
    Nothing.

    Just help… given like it was normal.

    And the strange part?
    I didn’t even say thank you.

    But then I thought
    this wasn’t the only time.

    There have been so many strangers
    who showed up quietly, helped without asking,
    and disappeared before I could even process it.

    So this is for all of them.

    Not the loud ones.
    The quiet ones.

    The ones who make space…
    without making it a big deal.

    I hope
    you never need help like that.

    But if you ever do,
    I hope someone shows up for you
    the way you did for me.

    Without thinking twice.

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    A crowded train compartment with a backpack on a seat and a note reading “Thank you, stranger,” under a handwritten title about a stranger offering their seat.
    A seat I didn’t have… and a kindness I won’t forget.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Unfair Levels of Love♥️✨

    Unfair Levels of Love♥️✨

    Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

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    Some people talk about “acts of kindness” like they’re rare, once-in-a-while events.

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    In my case… it’s almost a daily subscription plan 😄

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    My family has this slightly annoying habit of loving me too much.

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    Like… they’ll adjust plans, change schedules, and quietly make space for me—without ever announcing it like some grand sacrifice.

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    They don’t say “we’re doing this for you.”

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    They just do it… and pretend it’s normal.

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    They make sure I don’t feel discomfort, even before I realize I might.

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    They stand by me like it’s the most natural thing in the world—no conditions, no drama, no scoreboard.

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    Honestly, it’s a little unfair.

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    Because how am I supposed to match this level of love? 😌

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    But if there’s one thing they’ve given me, it’s this quiet certainty

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    that no matter what happens outside,

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    there’s always a place where I’m held with more care than I probably deserve… and definitely more than I can ever explain.

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    And yes… I complain about them sometimes.🫣

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    But let’s be real😍

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    life without them would be way less dramatic… and way less beautiful 💛

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    A family of four sitting together by the seaside at sunset, sharing a warm and peaceful moment, with the title “Unfair Levels of Love – Nihshabd” above.
    Where love needs no words… just presence 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • When Silence Reaches 10,000 Hearts 🤍

    When Silence Reaches 10,000 Hearts 🤍

    🌸 Gratitude Note 🌸

    10,000 views ♥️

    A number, yes, but to me, it feels like a gentle hug from each of you.

    Each view tells me that someone paused… lingered… felt… and let these words touch a corner of their heart. In this fast-moving world, that pause itself is a precious gift.

    Nihshabd began as whispers of the soul, thoughts unspoken, emotions quietly felt, reflections that didn’t need to shout. That these soft, silent words found a place in your lives humbles me beyond measure.

    This journey has grown slowly, lovingly, step by step, and every step carries the weight of your presence. Some of you read every post, some quietly from afar, some just stumbled upon a word that stayed with you, but every single one of you matters to me.

    From the bottom of my heart, thank you, for reading, for pausing, for feeling, for trusting these quiet words. Thank you for letting Nihshabd be a part of your life.

    With all my love and gratitude, always 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕