Tag: love

  • The Love We Don’t Post About: Finding Love in Little Things

    The Love We Don’t Post About: Finding Love in Little Things

    The Kind of Love Nobody Posts About ❤️

    Love is surprisingly unromantic sometimes.

    It isn’t always roses, candlelight,
    or two people staring into each other’s eyes
    like the electricity bill doesn’t exist. 😄

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    Sometimes, love is simply—

    “Did you eat?”

    “Take an umbrella.”

    “Text me when you reach.”

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    Basically, an unpaid reminder app
    with feelings.

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    It is making tea exactly the way they like it,
    saving the last piece of their favourite dessert
    and pretending,

    “I wasn’t hungry anyway.”

    It is knowing that “I’m fine”
    does not actually mean fine

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    and wisely choosing not to ask,
    “Are you sure?”

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    Love is remembering the little things—
    their favourite song,
    the way they take their coffee,
    what makes them laugh,
    and when they need words…

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    or just a quiet hug.

    It is the blanket pulled over sleeping feet.

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    The message that says,
    “Reached?”

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    The snack brought home without being asked.

    And after a completely unnecessary argument—

    “So… tea?”

    Because somehow,
    even after all the drama,

    love still wants to make tea. ❤️

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    Maybe the greatest love stories
    aren’t the ones that make everyone say, “Wow!”

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    Maybe they’re the quiet ones
    that simply make two people think,

    “I’m glad you’re here.”

    And honestly…

    isn’t that enough?

    (Although I am still keeping
    the last piece of dessert.) 😄❤️

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari 
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • 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 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Fragrance of Unspoken Love♥️

    The Fragrance of Unspoken Love♥️

    कुछ लोग ज़िंदगी में
    बस एक एहसास बनकर आते हैं…
    ना पूरी तरह हमारे होते हैं,
    ना कभी दिल से दूर जाते हैं।

    उनकी यादें
    फूलों की खुशबू जैसी होती हैं…
    दिखती नहीं,
    पर हर पल महसूस होती रहती हैं।

    कभी किसी शाम की ख़ामोशी में,
    कभी किसी पुराने गाने में,
    तो कभी अचानक आई मुस्कान में
    वो चुपचाप मिल जाते हैं…

    और तब समझ आता है,
    कि प्यार हमेशा पाने का नाम नहीं होता…
    कभी-कभी किसी को
    दिल से महसूस करते रहना भी
    इश्क़ होता है।

    हर कोई उस एहसास की खूबसूरती नहीं समझ पाता…
    क्योंकि कुछ लोग सिर्फ चेहरा देखते हैं,
    और कुछ
    रूह तक पढ़ लेते हैं… ❤️


    Some people enter our lives
    just as a feeling…
    Never completely ours,
    yet never truly gone from the heart.

    Their memories are like the fragrance of flowers…
    Invisible,
    yet felt in every quiet moment.

    Sometimes in the silence of an evening,
    sometimes in an old song,
    and sometimes in an unexpected smile,
    they softly return to us…

    And that’s when we realize
    love is not always about possessing someone…
    Sometimes,
    just feeling someone deeply within your soul
    is also love.

    Not everyone understands
    the beauty of such emotions…
    Because some people only see a face,
    while a few
    can read the soul itself… ❤️

    A romantic sunset-themed cover image featuring a glowing red lily flower beside a lantern, with warm reflections on water and scattered petals. The title “The Fragrance of Unspoken Love” appears in elegant typography against a dreamy dark background, creating a soulful and emotional atmosphere.
    Some loves are never spoken…
    they simply bloom quietly in the silence of the heart. ❤️

    —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

  • Love Keeps Her Alive

    Love Keeps Her Alive

    Love Keeps Her Alive🤍

    She wakes up every morning with the same quiet promise to herself

    today, I will find something to love.

    Not because life has been kind to her.

    Not because everything is easy.

    But because love, in its smallest forms, keeps her breathing.

    She loves the first light that enters the room,

    even if the room feels heavy.

    She loves the sound of someone stirring tea in the kitchen,

    the way a plant leans toward the window,

    the way a child’s laughter forgets yesterday.

    She doesn’t ask for much.

    In fact, loving her is the easiest thing in the world

    if only people noticed.

    A warm cup of tea.

    A message that says, “Did you eat?”

    Someone remembering what she likes.

    Someone listening without fixing, without judging.

    That is enough to make her smile.

    She has learned to collect happiness from small places

    because big promises have often failed her.

    So she trusts the little things instead.

    She loves fiercely, but quietly.

    For her children who are her reason and her strength.

    For that one friend who checks in without being asked.

    For moments that don’t demand explanations.

    She carries love even when no one notices how tired she is.

    There are days when the world expects her to harden,

    to become bitter, to shut down.

    But she doesn’t.

    She chooses softness not because she is weak,

    but because staying kind is her rebellion.

    She laughs easily.

    Cries silently.

    And wakes up again.

    She knows pain.

    She knows loneliness.

    She knows what it means to stand in a room full of people

    and still feel unseen.

    Yet every morning, she finds a reason to begin again.

    Sometimes it’s her child’s smile.

    Sometimes it’s a stray flower on the road.

    Sometimes it’s just the quiet hope

    that tomorrow might feel lighter.

    She doesn’t speak much about what she survives.

    Her strength doesn’t announce itself.

    It lives in how she loves again and again

    even when loving would have been easier to abandon.

    People often underestimate her.

    They don’t realize how much courage it takes

    to remain gentle in a world that hasn’t been gentle to you.

    She finds joy in the ordinary.

    Peace in routine.

    Meaning in care.

    And that is her magic.

    Love keeps her alive.

    Not the loud kind.

    Not the perfect kind.

    But the everyday love

    the kind that shows up,

    the kind that stays,

    the kind that quietly says, “You matter.”

    She is not waiting to be saved.

    She is living fully, honestly

    through love.

    And that is her power.