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  • Every Grey Hair Has a Backstory (And It’s Probably Hilarious!)

    Every Grey Hair Has a Backstory (And It’s Probably Hilarious!)

    Every Grey Hair Has a Backstory… and I’m Pretty Sure None of Mine Appeared Because I “Aged Gracefully.” 🤭

    The first grey hair didn’t politely knock on my door.

    It simply appeared one morning, caught the bathroom light at just the right angle, and stood there looking ridiculously proud of itself.

    People say grey hair is a sign of wisdom.

    Really?

    I’m convinced it’s mostly a sign that life keeps handing us surprise assignments without checking whether we’re already working overtime. 😂

    One grey hair probably arrived after hearing,
    “Can I ask you a quick question?”
    …and discovering that “quick” meant the next forty-five minutes.

    Another showed up after a sleepless night spent overthinking a conversation that ended three days ago.

    A few settled in after years of pretending,
    “I’m fine.”
    Meanwhile, my brain had twenty-seven tabs open, one was playing music, three were buffering, and I couldn’t figure out where the stress was coming from.

    Then there are the grey hairs gifted by family gatherings.

    Those deserve medals.

    And let’s not forget the ones that appeared after someone casually said,
    “Don’t stress so much.”

    Oh, thank you!

    I had absolutely no idea I could simply switch stress off. Why didn’t I think of that sooner? 😄

    Every Grey Hair Has Earned Its Place

    The funny thing is…

    People often see grey hair as proof that we’re getting older.

    I see it differently.

    Each silver strand is a tiny receipt.

    A receipt for every difficult decision.
    Every responsibility carried.
    Every unexpected detour.
    Every lesson learned the hard way.
    Every laugh that somehow made everything bearable.

    Maybe that’s why they don’t bother me anymore.

    They’re not stealing my youth.

    They’re quietly reminding me that I’ve lived… really lived.

    Grey Hair Doesn’t Tell Your Age. It Tells Your Story.

    So, whether you’re a woman, a man, or someone who’s still proudly counting “just two grey hairs”… tell me—

    If they could gossip about you, what story would they tell? 🤭

    Now It’s Your Turn…

    Now it’s your turn. Confess! Which grey hair has the funniest backstory? Mine are refusing to sign a non-disclosure agreement. 😄

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Why Are We Always in Such a Hurry?

    Why Are We Always in Such a Hurry?

    I have a question.

    Why do we run to answer the door…

    but tell our own health,

    “I’ll deal with you next week.”

    Funny, isn’t it?

    The doorbell rings…

    and suddenly we’re trying to break our own personal speed record.

    The phone buzzes…

    and we grab it before it’s even finished buzzing.

    Someone texts,

    “Can we talk?”

    And just like that…

    we’ve imagined seventeen different scenarios…

    none of them good.

    Then there are elevators.

    The doors start closing…

    and out of nowhere, we discover athletic abilities we never knew we had.

    One hand goes between the doors.

    One foot follows.

    Dignity? Optional.

    All this to save…

    Seven. Whole. Seconds.

    Everything Has Become an Emergency

    Seriously…

    Why are we always in such a hurry?

    Who convinced us that everything needed immediate attention?

    The parcel can wait.

    The message can wait.

    The sale can wait.

    Even the microwave politely gives us thirty seconds before it starts yelling.

    But us?

    We’re permanently operating in Emergency Mode.

    We’ve somehow trained ourselves to believe that every beep deserves our attention and every bell demands a sprint.

    The funniest part?

    We’re never actually in a hurry for the important things.

    Going to bed early?

    “Tomorrow.”

    Drinking enough water?

    “In a minute.”

    Booking that health check-up?

    “Next week.”

    Replying to that one friend we’ve been meaning to call?

    “This weekend… hopefully.”

    But if our phone vibrates…

    We react like it’s personally calling our name.

    Congratulations! You’ve Won the Marathon of Nothing

    We rush through breakfast.

    Rush through conversations.

    Rush through weekends.

    Rush through birthdays.

    Rush through sunsets because we need the perfect picture before the colours disappear.

    We refresh the food delivery app every thirty seconds…

    as if staring at the screen will make the rider pedal faster.

    We press the elevator button five times…

    apparently because the first press wasn’t convincing enough.

    We stand up the moment an aeroplane lands…

    even though the doors aren’t opening for another ten minutes.

    Somewhere between all that rushing…

    Life quietly walked past us.

    Probably…

    at a perfectly normal speed.

    Maybe Everything Doesn’t Need a Sprint

    Here’s a wild idea.

    The next time your doorbell rings…

    Don’t sprint.

    Don’t perform a 100-metre dash across the living room.

    Just…

    Walk.

    Normally.

    Take one deep breath.

    Smile.

    Open the door.

    I promise…

    The delivery person won’t disappear because you took six extra seconds.

    And if they do leave…

    They’ll probably come back tomorrow.

    But here’s the thing…

    Parcels can be redelivered.

    Meetings can be rescheduled.

    Messages can wait.

    Life doesn’t.

    So maybe the real question isn’t…

    Why are we always in such a hurry?

    Maybe it’s…

    What are we so afraid we’ll miss… that we’re missing life itself?

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    Until the next whisper…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Dear Younger Human | Nihshabd

    Dear Younger Human | Nihshabd

    What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

    Dear younger human,

    Don’t rush to grow up.
    Adulthood is mostly opening the fridge,
    staring into it dramatically,
    and closing it without taking anything.

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    Wear the clothes.
    Use the fancy notebook.
    Save some money, yes
    but don’t save your happiness for “someday.”

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    Take photos with the people you love.
    One day you’ll zoom in and realize
    the background matters less
    than the faces beside you.

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    Don’t waste years trying to be liked by everyone.
    Even pizza has haters,
    and pizza is doing just fine.

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    Your mistakes won’t ruin your life.
    They’ll just become funny stories
    you’ll tell with unnecessary hand gestures later.

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    Learn to leave places
    where your peace pays the bill
    for someone else’s comfort.

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    And please, drink water.
    Half your life problems are emotions,
    the other half is dehydration pretending to be emotions.

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    Most importantly

    Stop waiting to become perfect
    before you start living.

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    Life isn’t an exam with invigilators.
    It’s more like assembling furniture without instructions—

    confusing, slightly crooked,
    and somehow still useful.

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    So laugh often,
    love deeply,
    and remember:

    the adults you admire today
    were once teenagers too—
    equally confused,
    just with less back pain.

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    Signed,
    Someone older, wiser,
    and still opening the fridge
    as if a solution to life
    might have appeared since the last visit.

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    Still learning, still laughing,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • 🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

    🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

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

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    Honestly, that’s a difficult question.

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

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    I love songs.

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

    Songs I understand.
    Songs I confidently sing wrong.

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

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    (For the record, the neighbors may disagree.)

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

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    No appointment.
    No paperwork.
    No judgment.

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    Just three minutes of:

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

    .My Playlist Works in Shifts

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

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    My playlist changes more often
    than my password.

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

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

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    No.

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    Choosing just one would be unfair.

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

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    And when life starts acting like a complicated drama,

    I simply press Play.

    Because while I can’t always change my mood,

    I can usually change the soundtrack.

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

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

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    And somehow, the soundtrack changes everything. 🎵✨

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

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    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

    How to Build Self-Confidence When You Overthink Everything

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

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    I’d love to know.

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

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    A few simple steps.

    A daily routine.

    Maybe a self-help book.

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

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    The advice is usually very straightforward.

    “Believe in yourself.”

    “Just be confident.”

    “Stop overthinking.”

    Which is adorable.

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

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

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    Not the loud ones.

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    The genuinely confident ones.

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

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    If something goes wrong, they adjust.

    If something goes right, they move on.

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    The Problem Isn’t the Situation

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

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    A simple phone call becomes a strategic operation.

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

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

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    In reality, the  actual situation is usually tiny.

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    Our imagination just arrives with a larger budget.

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

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    Confident people look at a small problem and think,

    “I’ll handle it.”

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

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

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    And yet, here’s the funny part.

    Most of those disasters never happen.

    Not even one.

    Yet somehow my brain remains committed to producing sequels.

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    Confidence Has Terrible Timing

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

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    It rarely shows up before the scary thing.

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    Instead, it usually arrives afterward.

    After the conversation.

    After the presentation.

    After the difficult decision.

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

    “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

    Oh, now you’re here.

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    Very helpful.

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    Thank you for your service.

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

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    I honestly don’t know.

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

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    Most things don’t need perfect words.

    Most decisions don’t need perfect certainty.

    Most days don’t require us to be fearless.

    They just require us to show up.

    And maybe that’s enough.

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

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

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    At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

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

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    Doing the thing anyway,
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕