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Home Decoration Style: A Cozy Home Filled with Real Life

Beautifully decorated… beautifully lived in. 🤍

What’s your home decoration style?

People notice beautiful homes. I notice how they make me feel. That’s probably why my home decoration style has never been about following trends. It’s about creating a home that feels peaceful, welcoming, and says only two simple words…

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“Welcome home.” 🤍

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And that’s still exactly my home decoration style.

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My home is decorated just the way I love it.

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The only thing that’s changed over the years is… we’ve added a few extra-curricular activities. 😄

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Life gifted me two footballers. ⚽

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My boys are absolutely convinced that after Messi and Ronaldo, football is now in very safe hands… theirs! Naturally, our living room has been promoted to an international stadium.

And the referee?

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My little Shih Tzu, Kiwi. 🐶

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The moment a match begins, she’s off…

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From here to there…

There to here…

Back again…

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I sometimes wonder if she’s secretly waiting for someone to hand her a whistle! 😂

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When football takes a break, the stadium magically transforms into a Physics and Chemistry lab.

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School projects appear.

Chart papers take over the dining table.

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Glue sticks vanish into thin air…. Swoosh! 🤭

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And somehow, I become the Chief Helper.

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The ideas?

100% theirs.

The hard work?

Let’s just say… I have a permanent membership. 🤭

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Then come the pillow fights.

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The legendary battles for the TV remote.

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And by the time everyone is happily exhausted, Kiwi and I exchange one look…

“Operation Clean-Up?”

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She immediately resumes her referee duties.

From here to there…

There to here. 😂

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To be fair, my house stays neat, clean, and beautifully arranged from morning till evening.

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Every cushion behaves.

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Everything stays exactly where it belongs.

It’s only later that the house decides…

“Now let’s make some memories.” 😄

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By bedtime, it looks delightfully lived in.

And the next morning?

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Everything is back in its place, ready for another beautiful day… and another beautiful mess.

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Because I’ve realized something.

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A beautiful home decoration style isn’t just about pretty cushions, handmade décor, or perfectly styled shelves.

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Sometimes it’s footballs rolling across the floor, school projects spread over the table, pillow fights echoing through the hallway, and one tiny furry referee making sure nobody misses the fun.

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Those moments become part of the décor too.

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And honestly…

I wouldn’t change a thing. ❤️

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Now I’m curious… 🤍

What’s your home decoration style?

Are you a Pinterest lover, a minimalist, someone who loves warm and cozy spaces… or does your home also come with a few extra-curricular activities like mine? 😄

Tell me in the comments I’d love to peek into your little corner of the world. 🏡✨

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Until the next whisper…

—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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Read more : A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️

July 29, 2026
Why Does This Always Happen to Me?

What’s the funniest misunderstanding you’ve ever been part of?

Why Does This Always Happen to Me?

Why does this always happen to me?
I honestly ask myself this question more often than I’d like to admit.

If misunderstandings were an Olympic sport, I’d probably have a lifetime achievement award by now.

Seriously…

Why does this always happen to me?

There are people who walk into a room and instantly recognize everyone.

They know names.

They remember faces.

They somehow even remember conversations from years ago.

And then there’s me…

Living life like I’m permanently in the middle of a social quiz that I never studied for.

The Wave That Was Never Meant for Me

It usually starts with someone looking in my direction.

They’re smiling.

They’re waving.

Now, you’d think experience would have taught me not to assume anything.

But no.

Every single time, my brain confidently whispers,

“She’s smiling at you… and waving at you.”

Never mind the fact that I’ve never seen her before.

Not once.

Not at school.

Not in the neighborhood.

Not anywhere.

But the moment someone smiles or waves in my direction, my brain immediately decides,

“Yes… she definitely knows you.”

So I smile back.

I wave back.

With complete confidence.

And then…

With absolutely perfect timing…

She walks right past me to greet the person standing behind me.

For a split second, I just stand there…

Still smiling.

Still waving.

Questioning every life decision that brought me to that exact moment.

I don’t even get embarrassed anymore.

I’ve become an expert at pretending I was simply stretching my arm… or admiring a tree… or looking at literally anything except the awkwardness I just created.

You’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now.

I haven’t.

Motherhood Changed the Game

Just when I thought my accidental waving incidents couldn’t get any more embarrassing…

I became a mom.

That’s when a whole new category of misunderstandings entered my life.

Every now and then, another mom walks up to me with the warmth of an old friend.

“How have you been?”

“How are the kids?”

“I saw your post the other day.”

She remembers little details about my life.

She knows exactly who I am.

Meanwhile, my brain has already launched a full-scale investigation.

Who is she?

A school parent?

Someone from tuition?

A birthday party from years ago?

A school event?

Or have we simply spent years smiling at each other during pick-up and drop-off?

I search my memory for the tiniest clue.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Yet somehow, the conversation flows beautifully.

I smile.

I nod.

I laugh at all the right places.

I answer every question with complete confidence while silently praying she never asks,

“You do remember me… don’t you?”

Because that would be the exact moment my soul would quietly leave my body.

And that’s exactly when I find myself thinking…

Why Does This Always Happen to Me?

They seem to know everything about me…

…while I know almost nothing about them.

Maybe I’m terrible with faces.

Maybe motherhood introduces us to so many people that our brains simply run out of storage.

Or maybe this is just my life’s favorite prank.

Whatever the reason…

I still haven’t learned my lesson.

The next time someone smiles in my direction…

I’ll probably smile right back.

Because apparently, hope has a better memory than I do.

So tell me…

Why does this always happen to me?

Or am I not the only one?

Has someone ever waved at the person behind you while you happily waved back?

Or had a complete stranger walk up and start a conversation as if you’ve known each other forever… while your brain desperately searched for a clue?

Please tell me I’m not alone.

Because if this only happens to me…

I might actually start checking who’s standing behind me before I smile back.

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Until the next whisper…
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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Read More : A Little Chaos, A Lot of Great Stories

From “MOMMMM!” to “Did You Eat?” — A Mother’s Entire World ❤️

July 22, 2026
From “MOMMMM!” to “Did You Eat?” — A Mother’s Entire World ❤️

What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

What’s a job I would like to do for just one day?

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Being a mom.
Oh wait… I already am one.
Then let me correct myself

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I would like to survive my own job for one full day
without questioning my life choices every 17 minutes. 🙂

Because apparently, according to everyone else,
moms “stay at home.”

Such a cute sentence.
Very fictional.

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People say it like we spend the day
sipping coffee dramatically near a window
while soft piano music plays in the background.

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Meanwhile, real life looks like:

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“Mommmmm where’s my sock?”
“Mommmmm he touched me!”
“Mommmmm what’s for lunch?”
“Mommmmm why are you angry?”

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I don’t know, sweetheart.
Maybe because I’ve answered 43 questions
before sunrise. 🌝

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Being a mom is basically working
as a chef, cleaner, therapist, detective, nurse, referee,
professional finder of missing objects,
and emotional support human…

for clients who pay in crumbs and attitude.

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And somehow…
I’m also expected to remember everything.

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Vaccination dates? Yes.
School projects? Yes.
Everyone’s favorite snacks? Yes.
Where your lost toy from 2019 disappeared?
Unfortunately, yes.

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Somewhere between school projects,
Mario races, unfinished homework,
Ludo fights that suddenly turn into world wars,
and dramatic complaints like
“HE GOT THE BIGGER CHOCOLATE”…

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moms somehow become
full-time peacekeepers too. 🙂

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One minute we’re teaching spelling words,
the next minute we’re fixing toy disasters,
judging who started the fight,
and pretending not to laugh
while brothers stand there
like rival lawyers presenting courtroom arguments
about who cheated in Mario game. 😭

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And after nearly breaking each other’s hands and legs
during WWE-level fighting matches…

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they casually say,
“It’s a brothers thing, Mom… don’t worry.” 🙂

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DON’T WORRY???

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Sir, one child is holding his arm dramatically
like he just returned from war. 😭

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But the funniest part?

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After driving me completely insane all day…
these same tiny humans suddenly become
the sweetest people on earth by night.

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“Mom, do you have a headache?”
“Should I press your head?”
“Want me to bring water?” 😭❤️

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And just like that…
the entire day’s irritation disappears faster
than snacks in this house. 🙂

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Honestly, motherhood is emotional blackmail
mixed with unlimited love. 😭

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Also, the moment I sit down…
someone suddenly remembers they have needs.

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It’s honestly fascinating.
I should be studied by scientists.

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I can be invisible for 3 hours while cleaning,
but the second I sit with a cup of tea

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“MOM.”

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No hello.
No breathing space.
Just MOM.

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At this point, my tea isn’t a beverage.
It’s a time-sensitive emergency challenge. ☕

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And let’s talk about the magical powers moms develop.

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I can remember everybody’s schedules
better than my own.
I can cook while answering questions,
checking homework,
and listening to three different stories
at the same time.

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I can also sense danger immediately…
especially when the house suddenly becomes too quiet. 🙂

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Because silence in a house with kids
never means peace.
It usually means somebody is either
eating secretly,
fighting secretly,
or planning something they’ll later say was
“just for fun.” 😭

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Also, moms don’t rest peacefully.
We simply close our eyes
while mentally tracking snacks, bottles, school things,
and the suspicious silence in the next room. 🙂

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And despite doing 700 things a day,
if one thing is forgotten…

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everyone acts like civilization is collapsing. 🙂

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But honestly?
As exhausting as it is…
there’s something weirdly beautiful about it too.

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Because somehow,
between the chaos, the noise, the missing socks,
the reheated coffee, the Mario rematches,
the tiny emotional breakdowns,
and the random “Mom look at me!” moments

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there’s love.
Messy, loud, sticky-fingered love. ❤️

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Still though…
if anyone asks what job I’d like to do for just one day?

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I’d say:
Mine.

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Just to understand
how moms manage to hold an entire house together,
lose their patience 14 times a day,
find it again by evening…
and still end the night by asking,

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“Did everyone eat properly?” ❤️

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Like honestly…
where does all this love even come from😍

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A mother’s world… wrapped in love, laughter & endless “MOMMMM!” calls ❤️🥹

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

May 6, 2026
The Ones I Go To

List the people you admire and look to for advice…

I don’t usually share this.

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People might think I’m joking.
Or worse… not serious about life.

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But whenever I’m stuck
really stuck
overthinking something that didn’t even need this much attention…

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I go to someone.

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Not older.
Not more experienced.
Definitely not more “qualified.”

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But somehow…
far more sorted.

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It’s…

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my kids.

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Yes. Those kids.

The ones who shout my name
from another room
while standing right next to the thing they need.

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But also the same ones
who look at me calm, unbothered
and say,

“Why are you thinking so much?
Just play with us 🙂”

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And suddenly…
all my overthinking feels a little embarrassing.

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I’m out here turning one small thought
into a full series
episodes, flashbacks, alternate endings…

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And they?
They don’t even watch trailers.

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I lose something panic.
They lose something
“It’s okay, we’ll find it.”

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I hold on to things.
They move on from things.

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I create scenarios.
They create moments.

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They fight like it’s the end of the world
and then 5 minutes later,
they’re sharing snacks like nothing happened.

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Meanwhile, I’m still mentally replying
to conversations that are already over.

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And the funniest part?

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They don’t even know
they’re giving advice.

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No big words.
No deep quotes.

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Just one line
perfect timing
and my entire overthinking collapses.

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So yes,
my advisors are tiny, loud,
always hungry,
and occasionally covered in chocolate.

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Strange, isn’t it
they still need help finding their shoes…
but somehow,
they’ve already found a way
to live life better than me. 💣😄✨

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They don’t know it… but they fix everything. 💛

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

May 4, 2026
Unwinding? Not in This House 😅

How do you unwind after a demanding day?

Unwind?
With kids?
That too boys? 😪

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Unwinding is a beautiful concept…
just not available in this household.

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Because here,
silence is suspicious.
Very suspicious.

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If there’s noise—problem.
If there’s no noise—bigger problem 😅

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Somewhere there’s a cushion fight happening,
somewhere the floor has turned into a racetrack,
and every few minutes
“Mom, look at this!!!” like it’s breaking news.

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And right in the middle of all this chaos
last minute printouts,
last minute diary signatures,
last minute “I have a project due tomorrow… by the way.”

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Perfect timing. Always.

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Honestly, if those Insta delivery apps didn’t exist,
I might have simply disappeared one day 😄

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So yeah… quick shoutout
thanks for saving me just in time… every single time 🙃

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And after all this…
unwind?

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By the time the house finally goes quiet
toys everywhere, energy gone, silence restored
I just sit there for a moment…

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and realise…

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this noise, this madness, this endless “mommm”…
isn’t just chaos.

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It’s my life.
Loud, messy, unpredictable…
and somehow… the softest place I know 🤍✨

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Unwinding? Not here… just two boys and pure chaos 😄

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

April 21, 2026
Mornings with My Boys: A Little Noise, A Lot of Love ☕✨

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

The First Hour (Mom of Two Boys Edition)

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My morning doesn’t bloom… it explodes,

With flying pillows and imaginary swords.

Before my eyes fully open wide,

I’m already referee in a WWE fight.

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“Mommm!” echoes like a sacred chant,

And peace and silence? Clearly they can’t.

One wants this, the other wants that,

And somehow… I’m the lost-and-found and the combat.

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No lunchbox battles, no tiffin race,

(Thank God for school taking that space 🙏)

But still the chaos finds its way

Because boys will turn calm into a full display.

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The kettle hums its sleepy song,

While I keep the whole house moving along.

Water bottles, uniforms, missing things,

And patience hanging by the thinnest strings.

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Somewhere between “Hurry up, you’re late!”

And “No, you can’t renegotiate fate,”

I pause for a second, close my eyes

And send a prayer softly to the skies.

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“Krishna… take over, I’ve done my bit,

Because honestly… I’m barely holding it.”

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Then comes my favorite, gentle pause

Coffee with him, without a cause. ☕

No grand talks, no dramatic scene,

Just tired smiles in the in-between.

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A little sarcasm, a shared glance,

A quiet, everyday kind of romance.

Laughing at chaos like seasoned pros,

Because this is the life we somehow chose.

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The first hour? It’s a roller ride

Messy outside, but magic inside.

Loud, emotional, funny, true…

A little bit of me, a lot of them…

And a quiet faith that pulls me through. ✨

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

April 1, 2026
A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️

What is your favorite type of weather?

Favorite Weather?

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There was a time when my favorite weather was rain…

Getting drenched without a second thought, chai, pakoras, and just living for myself.

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Then life updated me to Motherhood Version 2.0 😄

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Now weather means:

* Rain = “Oh no, bring the clothes inside!”

* Winter = “Did you wear your sweater? Wear another one!”

* Summer = “Did you drink water? I’ve asked three times already!”

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And the biggest climate shift…

From “What do I like?”

To “What keeps my kids okay?” ☁️

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Honestly…

I don’t crave any romantic weather anymore.

My favorite weather is simply this:

✔ Uniforms dry on time

✔ No one falls sick

✔ And “Mummmaaa…” sounds normal, not urgent 😄

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Sounds funny… a little sarcastic too…

But it’s true

After becoming a mother, even the seasons don’t belong to you,

They follow your children’s routine 😌

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Sometimes I remember…

There was a time I enjoyed the rain…

Now it rains, and I manage laundry 🤦‍♀️

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But then I realize…

Maybe this is what motherhood is

Not forgetting your choices,

Just happily postponing them ❤️

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And honestly…

In doing all this for them,

I find my favorite “weather” anyway

Their laughter 😊

—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

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March 23, 2026