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Mom Life: No Off Button, Only Notifications

How has technology changed your job?

Technology has completely transformed a mom’s job…

Earlier, I was just “Mom.”

Now I’m Mom + IT support + Data manager + Notification analyst 😄

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From “Mom, where are my socks?”

to

“Mom, the Wi-Fi is slow.”

Because obviously, I personally control the internet of the entire country.

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I now remember everyone’s passwords, usernames, IDs…

Except mine.

Mine is always wrong.

Even when I type it with full confidence and emotional investment 😄

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And yes, my favorite line has also upgraded

“Sit properly… look educated!”

Now applicable for video calls, online classes,

and those moments when the camera suddenly turns on without warning 😄

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But the real plot twist?

School communication.

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There was a time when one diary note ruled my life.

Simple. Peaceful. Manageable.

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Now… I live inside WhatsApp.

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Class group.

Section group.

Whole batch group.

Parents group.

Teachers group.

Dance group.

Music group.

Drawing group.

Tuition group.

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At this point, I don’t open WhatsApp…

I enter a battlefield. 😄

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100 messages unread.

90 are “Thanks.”

5 are “Noted.”

3 are stickers.

And 2 are actual important ones…

which I will definitely miss 😄

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And of course, that one message

sent at 11:47 PM

“Children have to bring chart paper, printout, glue, glitter, and full creativity tomorrow.”

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Tomorrow means… in 6 hours.

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Technology made things easier, they said.

Yes.

Now panic also comes in HD quality 😄

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I’ve become highly skilled though

I can cook, reply, scroll, track chargers,

decode school instructions,

and mentally manage 27 notifications

all at the same time.

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Basically, I’m running

a small startup called

“Family & Their Devices Pvt. Ltd.” 😄

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No salary.

No leave.

No appreciation mail.

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Just constant notifications…

called

“Mom… just one minute…” 😄

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 26, 2026
I Didn’t Know Saying Yes Could Cost Me This Much

How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

No one warned me that always saying ‘yes’ would slowly erase me.

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I’ve always had a complicated relationship with the word “no.”

Not because I didn’t understand it…

but because I rarely used it.

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It would sit quietly on my lips,

while “yes” walked out… confidently, repeatedly, almost habitually.

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And I told myself it was kindness.

Which, to be fair, it was…

just not always towards myself.

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So I said yes

to people, to plans, to moments that didn’t quite belong to me.

And somewhere in all of that,

my own time started slipping through the cracks… very politely.

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The strange thing is

nothing ever broke.

Except a little bit of my energy,

a little bit of my space,

and sometimes… my mood, which deserved better 😄

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I didn’t realise when “being nice” quietly turned into “being available.”

(And no, there was no official announcement… just a very silent transition.)

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But life, in its own subtle way, started nudging me.

In those tiny pauses…

where I began to wonder,

“What if I don’t say yes this time?”

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And recently… I tried it.

A small, gentle, slightly nervous “no.”

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No drama.

No disappointment worth mentioning.

Just… a little more room to breathe.

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Almost magical, how one word can return you to yourself ✨

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So maybe this is a reminder

especially for every girl who has ever felt guilty for choosing herself

you don’t have to earn your rest, your space, or your boundaries.

You’re allowed to keep some parts of your day… just for you 💛

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And as for me…

let’s just say, somewhere between habit and healing,

a new version is quietly making its way

No 2.0… still gentle, still kind, just a little less “yes” by default 😉

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 25, 2026
Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

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Maybe my secret skill lives somewhere

between words… and the spaces I draw around them ✨🎨

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I don’t just write what I feel,

I sketch it too

turning quiet emotions into little illustrations,

where a line can hold a memory,

and a shade can carry a story 💭🖌️

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Sometimes, when words fall short,

my drawings step in…

and when sketches feel incomplete,

my words jump in like

“don’t worry, I got this” 😌🤝

(Yes, full teamwork… inside one slightly overactive brain 😄)

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It’s like I live in two worlds at once

one made of sentences,

and the other of soft strokes and imagination ✍️🎨

A bit crowded? Maybe.

A bit chaotic? Definitely.

But boring? Never 😄

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I notice small things, feel deeply,

and then overthink just enough

to turn it all into something “meaningful” 🤭

(Overthinking: my unpaid full-time job 😄)

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Somewhere along the way, I picked up a quiet little superpower

not mind reading, just understanding what isn’t said.

Not assumptions, just actions, pauses, and little shifts.

What people can’t put into words, I somehow feel…

maybe I just listen a little beyond words 😊

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Sometimes I write something beautiful…

then read it again after 5 minutes and go

“hmm… was that really me?” 😅

Self-doubt and creativity best friends forever 😂

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If I could wish for something more,

it wouldn’t be perfection…

just the freedom to create without hesitation,

to express without filters,

and maybe… to not overanalyse everything I create 😄💭

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Because honestly…

thoda funny, thoda messy, thoda emotional

yahi toh life hai, isn’t it? 😊✨

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And in the end,

no matter how many skills we carry,

no matter how special our abilities seem…

if they don’t hold kindness within them,

they quietly lose their meaning 🤍

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Maybe the most beautiful skill of all

is simply this

to create, to express,

and still remain kind 🌸

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari — All Rights Reserved. Do not repost or reproduce without permission.

March 24, 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

Life Didn’t Give Me One Teacher… It Gave Me a Full Faculty

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

Who was my most influential teacher?


I wish I had a simple, respectable answer.
Like a name. A subject. Maybe a life-changing lecture.

But no.

My life clearly didn’t believe in “one teacher theory.”
It went for a full faculty.

My two sons?
Oh, they are my senior professors —
unpaid, unpredictable, and permanently unsatisfied with my performance.

One teaches me patience.
The other makes sure I practice it. Daily. Intensively.

And then there are others…

Some people came into my life just to test my emotional stability —
and left after completing their assignment.

Some taught me practical things…
like where files are saved.
(Let’s just say… that lesson had to be repeated. Multiple times.)

Some introduced me to recipes,
and some to reality checks.

A few taught me how not to overreact —
which, honestly, felt like a very personal attack at the time.

Someone taught me to laugh loudly,
without worrying about who’s watching.

And someone else had the audacity to prove
that it’s never “too late” to start again —
which is inspiring… but also mildly inconvenient.

Some held my hand when I needed support.
And some didn’t —
which, in hindsight, was their way of saying,
“Welcome to the advanced level. Figure it out.”

From embroidery threads to iPad tools,
from breakdowns to breakthroughs —
my education has been… extremely hands-on.

So no, I don’t have one “most influential teacher.”

I have a whole syllabus.
A slightly chaotic, emotionally charged, occasionally uninvited syllabus.

And life?
It didn’t ask me to enroll.

It just started the class.

—Rajeshwari🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 22, 2026

Stories I Wish I Could Create Every Day

What do you wish you could do more every day?

“Rekha ji—timeless, effortless, unforgettable.”

**She doesn’t arrive,

she happens.

Like a pause

the world didn’t know it needed—

deep, composed,

and unapologetically her.

Red, not as a color…

but as a statement.**

“A legacy, draped in red.”

**And somewhere,

a girl stands draped in echoes—

of mothers,

of rituals,

of quiet expectations.

But look closer…

She isn’t just wearing tradition,

she is rewriting it—

in her own rhythm,

in her own breath.**

“Two souls, one rhythm.”

**Then the world loosens a little…

Laughter slips in,

steps miss,

hands find their way anyway.

No perfection,

no performance—

just two people

choosing each other

in the middle of movement.**

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Maybe that’s what I wish for—

to create more moments like these…

where people don’t just look beautiful,

they feel real.

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—Rajeshwari🧿💕

Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari — All Rights Reserved. Do not repost or reproduce without permission.

March 21, 2026
No Ink, Just Imprints ✨

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

“What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?”

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Honestly… I’ve never really thought about it.

No saved designs, no secret wishlist.

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Not because tattoos aren’t beautiful—

they truly are—

but maybe because I’ve always felt

that the things I carry…

don’t need to be written on my skin.

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Some people tell their stories in ink,

I seem to hold mine in words, in pauses, in quiet feelings.

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It’s not fear of permanence…

just the absence of a need.

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And if someday I ever choose to mark something—

it probably won’t be a tattoo…

it’ll be a feeling,

something invisible,

yet present everywhere.

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So no tattoo for me…

just a heart quietly full of stories. 🖤

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 20, 2026
Evolving (I guess…)

What is one word that describes you?

WordPress asked an interesting question today—

“One word that describes you.”

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And honestly, my first reaction was—

Can someone else answer this for me? 😂

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Because if describing yourself was that easy,

there wouldn’t be this much confusion.

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Some days I feel quite sorted.

And then, the very next moment,

I manage to confuse myself again.

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Sometimes I understand people without a word.

And sometimes,

I can’t even understand what I’m feeling.

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So… one word?

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Strong — sometimes.

Calm — depends.

Overthinker — a little too accurate.

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Then I realized,

maybe the problem isn’t the word.

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Maybe the problem is—

I don’t fit into just one version.

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I keep changing.

Quietly. Gradually.

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Things that once mattered,

don’t feel the same anymore.

People I thought I needed,

I somehow learned to live without.

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And the person I used to be—

I don’t think I want to stay there anymore.

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So if I really have to choose,

I’ll go with—

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Evolving.

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Not a perfect word.

But for now,

the most honest one.

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 19, 2026
What Women Mean When They Say “I’m Fine”

What Women Mean When They Say “I’m Fine”

“I’m fine.”

A simple sentence.

Two words.

Unlimited meanings.

Honestly… it should come with subtitles.

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Sometimes “I’m fine” means…

I’m not fine, but I don’t have the energy to explain this right now.

Please try again later.

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Sometimes it means…

I already explained this once.

If you didn’t understand then…

I don’t have a PowerPoint ready for round two.

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Sometimes “I’m fine” is just…

I will cry.

But in a very aesthetic, well-timed manner.

Not now.

Not here.

Later.

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Sometimes it actually means…

I’m fine…

but I’m thinking about 17 other things

that are not fine.

Multitasking… but emotional.

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And sometimes — rare, very rare —

“I’m fine” actually means…

I am genuinely fine.

Please stay calm.

It happens.

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Also… tone matters.

“I’m fine 🙂”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m fine.” (with that silence)

Three completely different situations.

Good luck decoding.

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But here’s the real thing…

“I’m fine” is not just a sentence.

It’s a shortcut.

A pause.

A quiet way of saying—

I’ll handle it.

I always do.

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So next time you hear “I’m fine”…

don’t just nod and move on.

Ask again.

Gently.

Because sometimes…

behind that “fine”

there’s a whole paragraph waiting.

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✨

(Be honest… how many types of “I’m fine” do you use?) 😄

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

March 18, 2026

Pretty, Talented… But This One Stayed

What was the best compliment you’ve received?

Have you ever wondered which compliment stays with you the longest?

Honestly… I can’t pick just one.

I’ve received quite a few—
some said, “you write beautifully,”
some said, “you think deeply,”
some looked at my work and said,
“you make such beautiful illustrations,”
some said, “you cook really well,”
and so on…

and then there are people who look at me and go,
“You’re so beautiful.”

And I’m just there like…
“Okay… thank you… I’ll pass this feedback to my mirror, it deserves the credit.” 😌

I mean, I’ll take it—of course I will.
I’m not that humble.

Compliments like these come with a smile you don’t even try to hide…

and sometimes a confidence boost that lasts exactly 2.5 business days.

But at the same time…
I feel no compliment is really greater or lesser than another.
Each one carries its own little warmth.

Still, if there’s something that keeps finding its way back to me—
through different people, at different times—
it’s this:

“You’re a good human being.”

And I know, it sounds simple…
almost too simple.
No sparkle, no dramatic shine.

No “wow”, no “omg”, no screenshot-worthy moment.

But maybe that’s exactly why it stays.

Because creating art can be learned,
being impressive can be practiced…
but being a good human—
that’s not a skill you show,
it’s a pattern you repeat.

In the small choices,
in how you respond,
in the way you treat people
when no one is watching…
and especially when you’re in a bad mood and still choose not to be a terrible person.

So yes…
“you’re beautiful” makes me smile,
“your illustrations are beautiful” makes me a little proud,
“you cook really well” makes me slightly overconfident in the kitchen…

But “you’re a good human”?
That one… stays.

Not the loudest,
not the fanciest—
just the one that quietly checks
if you’re actually living right.

And maybe… the most important.

—Rajeshwari🧿💕

A young woman standing on a hill at sunset, looking toward the horizon in soft golden light, creating a calm and reflective mood. — Not everything that stays… needs to be loud.

March 18, 2026