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  • Apparently, My Life Forgot to Follow a Plot 🤭📖

    Apparently, My Life Forgot to Follow a Plot 🤭📖

    What’s a book you never finished but still think about?

    The Book I Never Finished… Because I’m Still Living It 🤭📖

    What’s a book you never finished but still think about? 🤔📖

    Well… my life. 🤭😂

    Because apparently, I picked up a book and the author decided to throw every possible genre, emotion, character and plot twist into it.

    One chapter I’m laughing like I’ve completely lost it.
    The next, I’m crying so hard even my tears are asking for a day off. 😭😂

    There’s happiness. There’s heartbreak.
    Love, anger, excitement, fear, frustration, jealousy, hope, confusion, peace, chaos, exhaustion, loneliness… basically, the entire human-emotion department is working overtime. 😂

    Some days I’m full of confidence, ready to conquer the world.

    Other days, I’m like, “Can everyone please leave me alone? I’m busy doing absolutely nothing.” 😌

    There’s comedy, there’s tragedy, there’s romance, there’s mystery…

    And then there are the plot twists.

    Friends becoming enemies.
    Strangers becoming important.
    A shaatir haseena making an appearance.
    A maa ka laadla entering the scene.
    And somewhere in the story, a perfectly normal wife apparently gets promoted to shakki biwi. 👀🤣

    Seriously, who needs fiction when my life is already writing its own screenplay?

    And the funniest part?

    I don’t even know what happens next. 😂

    I started this book, but I have no idea how many chapters are left. There’s no table of contents, no spoilers, and definitely no option to sneak a peek at the last page.

    Just like any good story, I wake up every morning wondering what the next chapter is going to bring.

    Will it be a quiet little chapter?

    A happy one?

    A completely unexpected adventure?

    Or will life casually walk in, throw something completely unplanned at me, and wait for my reaction?

    At this point, I’ve stopped asking “Why me?”

    I’ve upgraded to:

    “Okay… interesting. What happens next?” 😂

    Because just when I think I’ve finally figured out the storyline, life seems to turn another page before I’m ready.

    Maybe there’s a new adventure waiting.

    Maybe an old character suddenly walks back into the story.

    Maybe I discover something I never knew I could do.

    Or maybe tomorrow is just going to be gloriously ordinary—and honestly, I’ll take that too. 😁

    Who knows?

    That’s the fun of an unfinished book.

    I’ve read so many pages already—some I’d happily revisit, some I’d rather skip, and some I’m still trying to understand. 😂

    But the last page?

    Not yet.

    I’m still reading it.
    Still living it.
    Still turning the pages.

    And honestly, I have no idea how it ends.

    But I can promise you one thing—

    the book may be unfinished, but it is definitely not boring. 🤭📖😂

    Now I’m curious… what’s yours? 👀

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    Until The Next Whisper, 

    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

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  • Why Does the Butterfly Keep Finding Me? 🦋

    Why Does the Butterfly Keep Finding Me? 🦋

    Daily writing prompt
    If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why?
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    If I had to get a tattoo right now, it would be a butterfly. 🦋

    Not because I have always loved butterflies.

    Actually, I’m not even sure when this started.

    People sometimes notice the butterfly on my bracelet.

    Then they notice another one on my mangalsutra.

    And then there is that little 🦋 I keep using on my blog, in my posts, almost everywhere.

    And that’s when they ask me—

    “Why are you so obsessed with butterflies?”

    The funny thing is…

    I don’t know.

    I really don’t.

    I never consciously chose the butterfly.

    It somehow kept finding its way into my life.

    Once, I even named a brand Titliyan with a few friends.

    I don’t remember why I chose that name either.

    I eventually had to leave it behind for personal reasons.

    What I See in a Butterfly

    Funny, isn’t it?

    The name disappeared.

    But the butterfly didn’t.

    And maybe that’s when I started wondering whether there was something about this little creature that I was drawn to without even knowing why.

    Because when I look at a butterfly, I don’t just see something pretty.

    I see something I recognise.

    Maybe it’s because I’ve always been someone who notices people.

    Not just how they look.

    What they carry.

    The person who makes everyone laugh but is quietly going through something.

    The woman who thinks she is ordinary but has an incredible strength.

    Someone who doesn’t realise how kind they are.

    Someone who has no idea that their presence makes a difference to other people.

    I notice those things.

    Maybe that’s why butterflies fascinate me.

    Because a butterfly has absolutely no idea what we see.

    She doesn’t know that someone might stop walking just to watch her.

    She doesn’t know that her wings can make an ordinary afternoon beautiful.

    She doesn’t know she’s beautiful.

    She just is.

    Maybe That’s Why I Love Her

    And perhaps people are like that too.

    Sometimes, we spend years trying to become something better, prettier, stronger, more successful…

    while the people around us can already see something wonderful in us that we haven’t noticed yet.

    And yes, I believe in the whole butterfly story too.

    The caterpillar.

    The cocoon.

    The uncertainty.

    The struggle.

    The transformation.

    The wings.

    But what touches me isn’t only that she changes.

    It’s that she becomes something beautiful without ever knowing how beautiful she has become.

    Maybe that’s the part I understand.

    Maybe that’s the part I love.

    Or maybe…

    I’m simply a woman who has collected too many butterflies over the years and is now trying to find a philosophical explanation for it. 😂

    But if I ever get that tattoo, it won’t be because a butterfly has one fixed meaning.

    It will be because, somehow, it has become a little piece of my story.

    A reminder to notice beauty.

    In people.

    In life.

    And perhaps, sometimes, in myself.

    A reminder that I don’t have to know exactly where life is taking me.

    A reminder that some of the most beautiful things about us may be things we haven’t discovered yet.

    And perhaps, most importantly—

    a reminder to keep my wings open, even when I don’t know where I’m going to fly.

    So yes.

    If I had to get a tattoo right now…

    it would be a butterfly.

    Maybe I’ve been choosing her all these years.

    Or maybe…

    she’s been choosing me. đŸŚ‹

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    READ MORE :If I Had to Be an Animal for a Week | A Butterfly’s Lesson

  • Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

    I Wouldn’t Relive a Single Day From My Past… And Here’s Why

    If I ever got a magical time machine, I think I would politely return the ticket. 😄

    Not because my past wasn’t beautiful…
    It was.

    There are days I still visit in my memories — the laughter, the people, the little moments, the innocent happiness, the silly conversations that felt so ordinary back then but feel priceless today.

    But would I go back and live them again?

    No.

    Because some moments are like a perfect handwritten letter. Their beauty lies in the fact that they happened once. Open the same letter again and again, and the words may remain the same… but the feeling of receiving it for the first time can never return.

    And honestly, imagine going back and disturbing the timeline! 😄
    Who knows… maybe my younger self would look at me and say, “Excuse me, who are you and why do you know so much about my future?” 😂

    The past gave me memories, lessons, scars, smiles, and a version of myself that helped me become who I am today.

    The beautiful days should remain beautiful.
    The painful days should remain lessons.
    The people, the emotions, the laughter, the tears — everything belongs exactly where it happened.

    I don’t want to relive my past.

    I want to thank it.

    Because some chapters are so perfect that they don’t need a rewrite… they only need a place in our hearts. ❤️

    And maybe that is the magic of memories — they allow us to visit yesterday without ever having to leave today. ✨

    Those moments are not waiting for me in the past… they are living quietly within me.
    In my thoughts, my choices, my kindness, and the way I see the world today.
    Maybe that is the most beautiful way memories stay alive — by becoming a part of us.

    What do you think? Are some memories more beautiful when we simply hold them close to our hearts, instead of trying to experience them again?

    I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. ✨

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    Until the Next Whisper, đŸ§żđŸ’•
    —Rajeshwari

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    READ MORE : Childhood Memories I Had Forgotten

  • Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you deal with uncertainty?
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    How Do I Deal With Uncertainty? I Don’t. We Just Coexist.

    Uncertainty is that one guest who never announces her arrival.

    She simply walks in, makes herself comfortable on your sofa and asks, “So, what are we worrying about today?”

    And unfortunately, I am very hospitable.

    I let her stay.

    Sometimes, I even serve her tea.

    Because if there is one thing I have learned about life, it is this:

    You can make all the plans you want. Life will still reserve the right to say, “Nice plan. Let’s do something completely different.”

    Uncertainty and My Overactive Brain

    I don’t deal with uncertainty particularly well.

    I overthink it professionally.

    Give me one uncertain situation and my brain will produce fifteen possible outcomes before I have even finished my morning coffee.

    “What if this happens?”

    “What if that doesn’t happen?”

    “What if I make the wrong decision?”

    “What if I make the right decision and something still goes wrong?”

    And my personal favourite:

    “What if something happens that I haven’t even thought of yet?”

    At that point, even my brain needs a holiday.

    Then comes the planning.

    Plan A.

    Plan B.

    Plan C.

    And, because apparently I enjoy suffering, a backup plan for Plan C.

    I sometimes wish life came with a user manual.

    Chapter 1: What Is Happening?

    Chapter 2: Why Is It Happening?

    Chapter 3: Relax. You Are Going To Be Fine.

    Sadly, life prefers suspense.

    No spoilers.

    No previews.

    Just coming soon.

    Uncertainty: I’d Like Some Answers, Please

    The funny thing is, I have worried about so many things that never happened.

    And I have faced things I never saw coming.

    Some were difficult.

    Some were painful.

    Some completely rearranged my plans.

    And yet, somehow, I figured them out.

    Not always gracefully.

    Sometimes I cried.

    Sometimes I complained.

    Sometimes I ate something I didn’t need and called it emotional support.

    But I got through them.

    And that has changed how I look at uncertainty.

    I still like knowing what is going to happen.

    Of course I do.

    I would happily accept a five-year forecast from the universe, preferably with dates, footnotes and a convenient FAQ section.

    But I’m slowly learning that uncertainty is not always a warning.

    Sometimes it is simply an unopened door.

    And maybe I don’t need to know what is behind it before I take the next step.

    So, How Do I Deal With Uncertainty?

    I make my plans.

    I do what I can.

    I worry a little.

    Okay… sometimes more than a little.

    Then I remind myself that I have survived every unexpected chapter so far.

    Every “What now?”

    Every “I didn’t see this coming.”

    Every “This was definitely not part of the plan.”

    And maybe that is what growing older teaches us.

    Not that we finally know everything.

    But that we trust ourselves a little more when we don’t.

    So, I don’t really have a perfect formula for dealing with uncertainty.

    I just take the next step.

    And then the next.

    And when tomorrow refuses to reveal its plans?

    Fine.

    Let it keep its secrets.

    Because tomorrow doesn’t know what I’m bringing either. 😉

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    READ MORE : The Hidden Happiness in 5 Simple Everyday Moments

  • If I Had a Time Machine, I’d Tell My Younger Self This

    If I Had a Time Machine, I’d Tell My Younger Self This

    If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?

    If I had a time machine, I know exactly where I’d go.

    Straight back to my younger self.

    I’d find her, sit beside her for a while and say—

    “Listen… you’re doing pretty damn well. So please don’t change too much. Stay exactly the way you are—curious, kind, slightly dramatic, a little stubborn, and wonderfully imperfect. You’ll figure things out along the way.”

    I’d probably have to stop myself from giving her too many spoilers.
    Because knowing me, I’d end up saying, “Oh, and definitely don’t do that…” 😄

    But no.

    I wouldn’t change her story.

    I’d let her make the mistakes, take the wrong turns, laugh too loudly, care too much, start over, surprise herself and grow into whoever she is meant to become.

    And just before jumping back into my time machine, I’d turn around and say—

    “Keep going. You’re doing better than you think. And one day, the woman you become will look back at you and say… I am proud of you.” 🦋❤️

    Now, if WordPress gives me a prompt tomorrow asking me to meet my future self for coffee, I’m officially charging for time-travel services. 😂

    And now I’m curious…

    If you could step into a time machine and meet your younger self for just five minutes, what would you tell your younger self?

    Would you give them advice, a warning, a hug, or simply say, “You’re doing just fine. Keep going.”?

    Tell me in the comments. I’d genuinely love to know what your younger self needs to hear from you today. ❤️

    Because sometimes, the person we most need to be proud of isn’t the person we’re becoming…

    It’s the person who got us here. 🦋✨

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    Until the next whispers…
    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    One little thought often leads to another… come, read on. 🤍

    Where Time Still Sits✨

    Dear Teenage Me

  • The Kindness of Strangers: When Strangers Become Friends

    The Kindness of Strangers: When Strangers Become Friends

    What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?

    The Kindness of Strangers

    There is something strangely beautiful about strangers.

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    In a crowded place, when you’re struggling to find your way, somehow a hand appears.
    While travelling, when your bag feels too heavy, someone quietly helps.
    When you stumble, someone you have never met reaches out before you even ask.

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    They don’t know your name.
    They don’t know your story.
    They don’t owe you anything.

    And yet, they help.

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    Sometimes, a stranger gives you a seat. Sometimes, they hold a door open. Sometimes, they simply notice that you are having a difficult moment and make it a little easier.

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    Perhaps that is why I have always felt that strangers are not really strangers. They are just people whose paths cross ours, sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes for only a few minutes.

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    And sometimes, those few minutes become years.

    I have met so many people who were complete strangers when our paths first crossed. A chance meeting, an unexpected conversation, a simple introduction and somehow, without us even realising it, a beautiful friendship began.

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    Some of those strangers became very good friends.

    And some are still my best friends today.

    Isn’t that beautiful?

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    People who once knew nothing about us slowly become the ones who know our stories, our silences, our silly jokes and our little quirks. They become the people we call when we have something exciting to share, or when life feels a little too much.

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    And then there are those who once claimed to be our people.

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    That is where the real hurt lives.

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    Not in the stranger who walked away without knowing you, but in the person who knew you, promised to stay, and still chose to let you down.

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    And then there are the strangers who were once familiar.

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    People who once knew our stories, our silences, our little habits… and somehow, with time, became strangers again.

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    Perhaps that is the hardest kind of stranger—the one whose name you still remember, but whose place in your life no longer feels the same.

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    Yet, life has its own strange way of balancing things.

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    A stranger may appear for just a few minutes and leave behind a kindness you remember for years. Another may enter your life unexpectedly and stay long enough to become a friend for life.

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    And someone you once called your own may slowly become a stranger, leaving behind a lesson you never asked for.

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    Maybe that’s okay.

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    Not everyone who enters our lives is meant to stay. Some come to help us, some to teach us, some become friends, and some simply pass by at the right moment with an outstretched hand.

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    And to every stranger who has ever helped me without knowing my name—thank you.

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    You may have forgotten that moment.

    I haven’t. 🤍🦋✨

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Sometimes, we all need a little pause.

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  • Learning to Dance with the Waves

    Learning to Dance with the Waves

    Life comes in waves.

    Which explains why
    just when you’ve convinced yourself

    “I’ve finally figured life out…

    …the sea quietly laughs.

    And sends another wave.

    Some arrive
    with flowers in their hands.

    Others don’t even knock.

    They simply barge in,
    rearrange your plans,
    borrow your peace,
    and leave without saying goodbye.

    Rude, honestly.

    For the longest time,
    I thought the secret
    was finding calm waters.

    Then life smiled and said,

    “No, dear…

    the trick is learning
    not to spill your coffee
    every time the boat rocks.”

    So you learn.

    You stop arguing
    with every wave.

    You stop asking,

    “Why me?”

    Because, quite frankly,

    the sea has terrible customer service.

    It never answers.

    Instead,

    it teaches.

    It teaches that
    not every delay
    is a disaster.

    Not every goodbye
    is a punishment.

    Not every storm
    has your name on it.

    Some are simply
    passing through.

    And somewhere
    between holding on
    and letting go,

    you discover
    that you were never
    becoming fearless.

    You were simply
    becoming someone

    who could smile,

    fix the sail,

    and whisper,

    “Well…
    that was interesting.”

    before rowing on.

    Because life
    has never promised
    a sea without waves.

    Only the chance
    to become
    someone who knows

    how to dance with them.🦋

    🌊

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    If this whisper stayed with you, you may also enjoy reading The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

  • The Problem Was Never the Key | Outlook on Life Quote

    The Problem Was Never the Key | Outlook on Life Quote

    What’s a quote that perfectly describes your outlook on life?

    The Problem Was Never the Key…

    The Outlook on Life Quote That Stays With Me

    If I had to choose one quote that perfectly describes my outlook on life, it would be this:

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    “Old keys don’t open new doors.”

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    At first, it sounds like a quote about moving on.

    But to me, it has never been about leaving the past behind.

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    It’s a gentle reminder to stop expecting yesterday’s answers to solve today’s questions.

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    Life changes.
    We change.
    Dreams change too.

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    And sometimes, the hardest part isn’t finding a new door…

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    it’s finding the courage
    to finally put the old keys down.

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    Some thoughts don’t shout. They simply stay. This is one of them…

    A Pocket Full of Old Keys 🦋

    I have a tiny collection
    of keys
    that no longer open
    anything.

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    One belongs to a house
    that isn’t mine anymore.

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    Another…

    I can’t even remember
    what it once unlocked.

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    Funny, isn’t it?

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    How we hold on
    to things
    long after they’ve
    stopped being useful.

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    Not just keys.

    Old arguments.

    Old fears.

    Old regrets.

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    That one embarrassing moment
    from eight years ago
    that still pops up
    at 2 a.m.
    as if it has
    a monthly subscription. 🙄

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    We are strange creatures.

    We’ll happily throw away
    a mismatched sock…

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    but carry around
    a guilt
    that expired
    years ago.

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    Maybe life isn’t asking us
    to find
    the right key.

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    Maybe…

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    it’s smiling,
    shaking its head
    just a little,

    and whispering,

    “Sweetheart…🦋
    that door has a new lock now.”

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    And honestly?

    I think that’s wonderful.

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    Because imagine
    trying to unlock
    tomorrow

    with yesterday’s
    worries.

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    Or carrying
    the same old version
    of yourself
    into a life
    that has already
    outgrown
    who you used to be.

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    So here’s my plan.

    I’ll keep
    the old keys.

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    Not because
    I still need them…

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    but because
    they remind me
    of every door
    that once welcomed me,

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    every lesson
    that quietly changed me,

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    and every version of me
    who did her best
    with what she knew.

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    And when life
    places
    a shiny new key
    in my hands…

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    I won’t be afraid
    to let
    the old ones
    rest.

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    After all…

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    Magic has never lived
    inside the key.

    It has always lived
    inside the person
    brave enough
    to try again.

    to knock
    on a brand-new door…

    even when their hands
    are still holding
    yesterday’s keys. ✨

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    What This Quote Taught Me 🦋

    Perhaps that’s why this little quote has quietly stayed with me for years.

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    We don’t always need better keys

    Sometimes we simply need the courage to stop trying to unlock tomorrow with yesterday’s answers.

    Every ending leaves behind a lesson.

    Every new beginning asks for a different version of us.

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    And every closed door leaves behind a wiser heart. ✨

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    And maybe…

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    the problem was never the key.

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    It was believing the same old one could unlock every new beginning.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    If this whisper stayed with you, you may also enjoy reading To the To the Hearts Behind the Words 

  • A Different Lens, The Same Life

    A Different Lens, The Same Life

    What is your favorite quote?

    A Different Lens, The Same Life

    What is your favorite quote?

    Sometimes all it takes is a different lens to see the same life differently. That’s exactly why this has become my favourite quote over the years.


    Dear WordPress,

    Every time life gives me A Different Lens, this question somehow has a different answer.

    We’ve known each other for quite some time now.

    Long enough for you to know that asking me the same question twice is a risky move.

    Yet here you are…

    asking me about my favourite quote.

    Again.

    Maybe that’s because every time life hands us a different lens, the answer quietly changes too.

    I’m not sure whether you’re wonderfully optimistic…

    or your memory needs an update. 😄

    But then again…

    maybe you’re onto something.

    Because the interesting part isn’t the question.

    It’s whether the answer has changed.

    And if it has…

    maybe that means I’ve changed too.

    Life has this annoying habit of updating us without sending release notes.

    The Quote That Grew With Me

    So today, my favourite quote is this:

    “You don’t always need a new beginning. Sometimes you just need a new way of looking at the same life.”

    Here’s the thing.

    Human beings are adorable.

    Give us one bad day…

    …and suddenly we’re planning an entirely new life.

    “I need a new job.”

    “Maybe I should move to another city.”

    “Should I cut my hair?”

    “Maybe I should buy plants.”

    Because obviously, a pothos plant has solved thousands of emotional crises. 🌿

    We’re always looking for a reset button.

    As if life were a Wi-Fi router.

    “Switch it off… wait ten seconds… switch it back on.”

    If only.

    A Different Lens Changes Everything

    Sometimes the problem isn’t life.

    Sometimes it’s just the way we’ve been looking at it.

    It’s like tasting karela as a child and then as an adult.

    As kids, we looked at it as if it had personally offended our entire family.

    Years later…

    we willingly buy it.

    Some of us even ask for a second serving.

    The karela didn’t have a personality makeover.

    Our taste buds simply grew up. 😂

    Life is a lot like that.

    The same rain that ruins someone’s picnic becomes someone else’s favourite memory.

    The same delay that irritates you today might be the reason you missed something far worse.

    The same closed door you keep complaining about may quietly be protecting you from walking into the wrong room.

    Every Coin Has Two Sides

    Every coin has two sides.

    Funny enough, our brains seem to have a lifetime subscription to the gloomy one.

    The side that says,

    “Why is this happening to me?”

    Meanwhile, the other side is standing there, waving its tiny little hand…

    “Excuse me… I’m the lesson. Or maybe even the blessing. You just haven’t noticed me yet.”

    The Same Life, A Different Lens

    These days, I don’t wish for a different life nearly as often.

    I simply try to look at this one with a little more curiosity…

    and a little less panic.

    Turns out, happiness isn’t always hiding behind a brand-new beginning.

    Sometimes…

    it’s been sitting in the same old place all along…

    quietly waiting for us to change the way we look at it.

    And now…

    I’d love to hear from you.

    What’s your favourite quote?

    The one you keep coming back to.

    The one that has quietly held your hand through different seasons of life.

    Or maybe…

    it’s not a famous quote at all.

    Maybe it’s something your parents once said…

    something a teacher told you…

    or perhaps a line you’ve written for yourself.

    Leave it in the comments.

    Who knows?

    Your favourite quote might just become someone else’s favourite reminder today. ❤️

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    Until the next whisper…

    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • The Rarest Skill We Never Learn

    The Rarest Skill We Never Learn

    What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

    Loving wholeheartedly… and protecting the trust someone places in you.

    I know, I know… people will say, “That’s not a skill.”

    Oh, I disagree.

    Making promises is easy.

    Keeping them? That’s where the training begins.

    Everyone wants unconditional love until they’re expected to be responsible with it.

    Everyone asks to be trusted until trust starts feeling like accountability.

    I’ve always believed that if I let someone into my heart, they deserve my complete trust. I don’t know how to love in percentages. It’s either 100% or not at all.

    Apparently, that’s not how everyone operates.

    Some people treat trust like a free trial—use it, enjoy it, and cancel it when it’s inconvenient.

    The older I get, the more I realize that the rare skill isn’t finding people who can love you.

    It’s finding people who know how to handle someone’s love without taking it for granted.

    Because love isn’t fragile.

    Trust is.

    And once someone places it in your hands, the real skill is knowing what not to do with it.

    That’s a lesson no school teaches… but life certainly does.

    Somewhere Along the Way, We Forgot

    Maybe that’s the skill we’re slowly forgetting.

    We all crave the same things.

    To be loved without conditions.

    To be trusted without suspicion.

    To be accepted without constantly having to prove our worth.

    Yet, when it’s our turn to offer that same love and trust to someone else, we hesitate. We become cautious. We protect ourselves so much that we sometimes forget to protect the person who trusted us.

    Somewhere along the way, we’ve become experts at expecting…

    …but beginners at giving.

    We ask to be understood before we learn how to understand.

    We ask for loyalty before we become loyal ourselves.

    Maybe that’s why so many relationships today begin with excitement but end with disappointment.

    Not because love disappeared.

    But because responsibility did.

    Love is beautiful.

    Trust makes it meaningful.

    Responsibility is what keeps both alive.

    The World We Could Leave Behind

    I often wonder what our world would look like if we taught children that protecting someone’s trust is just as important as earning it.

    That keeping your word matters.

    That loyalty isn’t old-fashioned.

    That kindness isn’t weakness.

    That another person’s heart is never a place to satisfy your ego.

    Imagine an entire generation growing up believing that love isn’t about possession, trust isn’t about control, and relationships aren’t disposable.

    Imagine if they carried those values everywhere—with their families, their friends, strangers, animals, and even the environment they live in.

    Wouldn’t the world become just a little gentler?

    Maybe This Is the Skill We’re Missing

    Maybe that’s why I still believe loving wholeheartedly is a skill.

    Not because everyone can fall in love…

    But because very few know how to honor the love they’re given.

    The saddest part is that we keep searching for better people, while forgetting to become better people ourselves.

    Maybe if we learned this one simple skill, we wouldn’t just build stronger relationships—we would build a kinder generation.

    A generation that understands that love isn’t just a feeling, trust isn’t just a word, and both are far too precious to be treated as temporary conveniences.

    Maybe that’s the most basic skill of all.

    And perhaps that’s exactly why it has become the rarest.

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    Until the next whisper…

    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari