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  • My Mother — The Soft Strength Behind My Life ❤️

    My Mother — The Soft Strength Behind My Life ❤️

    मेरी माँ…
    वो मेरी ज़िंदगी की
    सबसे खूबसूरत सीख हैं। ❤️

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    मैंने उन्हें
    हर परिस्थिति में
    शांत रहना देखा है,
    टूटकर भी
    सबको संभालते देखा है,
    और बिना कुछ कहे
    अपनों के लिए
    सब कुछ करते देखा है। 🌸

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    उन्होंने मुझे
    सिर्फ जीना नहीं सिखाया…
    उन्होंने मुझे
    आत्मसम्मान सिखाया,
    हिम्मत सिखाई,
    और ये सिखाया कि
    एक औरत की असली ताक़त
    उसके दिल की नरमी में होती है। ❤️

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    आज अगर मैं
    मुश्किल दिनों में भी
    खुद को संभाल लेती हूँ,
    अगर दुनिया बदल जाने पर भी
    दिल में प्यार बचा हुआ है…
    तो उसकी वजह
    मेरी माँ हैं। 🙂

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    क्योंकि मजबूत औरतें
    शोर नहीं करतीं…
    वो बस
    अपनी बेटियों को
    इतना प्यार दे जाती हैं
    कि वो जिंदगी से डरना छोड़ देती हैं। 🌷

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    सभी माँओं के लिए… ❤️

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    कुछ माँएँ
    अपने प्यार को कभी शब्दों में नहीं कहतीं…
    बस पूरी जिंदगी
    चुपचाप अपने बच्चों पर लुटा देती हैं। 🌸

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    उनकी दुआओं में सुकून होता है,
    उनकी गोद में दुनिया की सबसे सुरक्षित जगह,
    और उनके होने से ही
    घर… घर लगता है। 🙂

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    दुनिया की हर माँ को
    दिल से प्यार, सम्मान और धन्यवाद।
    Happy Mother’s Day ❤️🌷

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    My mother…
    is the most beautiful lesson of my life. ❤️

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    I have seen her
    remain calm through every situation,
    hold everyone together
    even while breaking silently inside,
    and do everything for the people she loves
    without ever saying a word. 🌸

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    She did not just teach me how to live…
    she taught me self-respect,
    courage,
    and that the true strength of a woman
    lies in the softness of her heart. ❤️

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    So if today
    I can still hold myself together during difficult days,
    if love still survives inside me
    despite the world changing around me…
    it is because of my mother. 🙂

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    Because strong women
    do not always make noise…
    sometimes,
    they simply love their daughters so deeply
    that they stop fearing life itself. 🌷

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    For all the mothers out there… ❤️

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    Some mothers
    never express their love through words…
    they simply spend their entire lives
    quietly pouring it into their children. 🌸

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    There is comfort in their prayers,
    the safest place in the world in their embrace,
    and it is because of them
    that a house truly feels like home. 🙂

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    To every mother in the world
    love, respect, and heartfelt gratitude.
    Happy Mother’s Day ❤️🌷

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    A warm and emotional Mother’s Day illustration of a mother lovingly holding her child during sunset, with soft floral details and heartfelt typography.
    The softest strength in every life… a mother ❤️🌸

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    What is your career plan?

    I had many, honestly.

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    Some days I was supposed to become a famous illustrator.
    Some days, a writer.
    Sometimes I discover a new talent at 2 a.m. and immediately plan an entire successful future around it before sleeping peacefully like a visionary.

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    Homemakers are actually full of potential.
    Dangerous amounts of potential.

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    We can manage homes, budgets, emotions, schedules, disasters, and people who suddenly remember important things exactly when we sit down to rest.

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    But somewhere between taking care of everyone else’s needs and postponing ourselves “just for now,”
    our dreams slowly stop sounding like plans…
    and start sounding like hobbies we apologize for having.

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    That’s the strange thing about homemakers.
    We don’t give up on our dreams dramatically.

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    We just keep moving them to tomorrow so lovingly, so responsibly, so repeatedly…
    that one day even the dream starts feeling guilty for existing.

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    And maybe this is true for so many women —
    they never really stopped having dreams, ambitions, or career plans.
    They just became so busy building everyone else’s life
    that their own quietly kept waiting.

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    But I hope they never believe it is “too late” for them.
    Because dreams do not expire simply because a woman chose responsibility before herself.

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    And one day, I hope every woman gets to return to the version of herself she once imagined
    not as someone selfish,
    but as someone finally remembering that her life mattered too. 🤍

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    Dedicated to all the women who kept everyone else’s world running while quietly placing their own dreams on hold.

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    A thoughtful woman sitting by a window, surrounded by notes and dreams, with the title The “Maybe Later” Life of Women written artistically beside her.
    Some women keep becoming everyone else’s future… while postponing their own. 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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

    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 warm and cozy illustration of a mother sitting with her two sons, sharing smiles and love in a peaceful home setting, with soft motherhood-themed decor and heartfelt text.
    A mother’s world… wrapped in love, laughter & endless “MOMMMM!” calls ❤️🥹

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Someday, I’ll Miss This Chaos💛

    Someday, I’ll Miss This Chaos💛

    Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

    Where do I see myself in 10 years?

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    Honestly… probably in the same place.

    A homemaker. A mom. Still managing life — just with slightly upgraded versions of my kids 😄

    The difference?

    The house will finally stay clean for more than 10 minutes.

    Things will actually be where I left them (imagine that luxury!).

    No one will be shouting “Mummyyyyy!” every 5 minutes… and strangely, I might even miss that chaos a little.

    My kids will grow up. Become independent.

    No one to chase around, no one to scold, no random toys under my feet…

    And somewhere in that silence, I might find myself sitting with a cup of chai, wondering

    “What do I do now?”

    Yes, maybe I’ll feel a little alone.

    But also… finally free.

    Free to do all those things I kept saying,

    “Someday, when I have time…”

    But maybe… before I even reach that peaceful phase,

    I’ll realize something deeper

    that I might miss this phase the most.

    The noise. The mess. The constant “Mummaaa!”

    Because one day, all I’ll have are memories…

    And I’ll have to learn to live with those memories

    something I may not even be ready for.

    That “someday” will arrive.

    After years of running, juggling, giving… there will be a pause.

    A peaceful one. A well-earned one.

    New responsibilities will come, yes.

    But this time, I’ll carry them with calm… not chaos.

    And maybe, just maybe…

    I’ll rediscover myself again. 💛

    For all the women out there:

    Dear women,

    I know you’re busy, tired, and constantly putting everyone else first.

    But please don’t keep postponing your “me-time”… even if it’s just those few minutes in the shower — where, let’s be honest, you still hear “Mummaaa!” from nowhere 🤣

    Because one day, when life slows down and everything is finally in place,

    you’ll finally have time for yourself…

    Just make sure, when that moment comes,

    you don’t feel like a stranger to yourself and say —

    “Hi… I live here too!” 😄✨

    A mother holding a cup smiles at her children playing in a warm, sunlit home, capturing the beauty of everyday chaos.
    Someday, I’ll miss this chaos ✨

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Mornings with My Boys: A Little Noise, A Lot of Love ☕✨

    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 🧿💕

  • A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️ 

    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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