Tag: Nihshabd journal

  • Childhood Memories I Had Forgotten

    Childhood Memories I Had Forgotten

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a moment in your life that felt like it was straight out of a movie?

    “What’s a moment in your life that felt like it was straight out of a movie?”

    Some of my most cherished childhood memories are tangled up with a cousin who spent his vacation doing little more than annoying me.

    If someone had told my younger self that one day I’d be writing fondly about those few chaotic days of teasing, silly games, and endless arguments, I would have laughed in disbelief. Back then, I was convinced he had made it his personal mission to test my patience.

    Yet years later, those ordinary moments would return in the most unexpected way.

    For me, it wasn’t a dramatic adventure.

    There was no rain-soaked confession, no missed train, and certainly no slow-motion scene with emotional music playing in the background.

    Instead, it began years ago when a far-off cousin came to stay at our house for a few days.

    At least, that was the plan.

    Those few days felt much longer because he seemed to have only one goal—to annoy me whenever possible.

    If we played a game, he turned it into a competition.

    If I said something, he found a way to tease me about it.

    If I got irritated, he considered it a personal victory.

    Naturally, the rest of the family found all of this hilarious.

    Every little argument became a source of entertainment.

    Everyone laughed.

    Everyone enjoyed the show.

    Everyone except me.

    The Childhood Memories That Slowly Faded

    Eventually, he went back home and life moved on.

    As it always does.

    School happened.

    Exams happened.

    Responsibilities happened.

    Some friendships faded, new ones appeared, and without realizing it, I grew up.

    Those few days became one of many memories stored somewhere in the back of my mind.

    Not forgotten.

    Just buried beneath years of newer experiences.

    Like old photographs sitting quietly in a dusty box.

    You know they’re there.

    You just don’t think about them very often.

    And honestly, if someone had asked me about that time, I probably would have remembered only the broad outline of the story.

    A cousin.

    Some games.

    A lot of teasing.

    The end.

    Or so I thought.

    The Conversation That Felt Like a Movie Scene

    Many years later, we met again.

    We started talking about old times.

    Nothing unusual.

    Just one of those conversations where people casually wander into the past.

    Then something unexpected happened.

    He started recalling things.

    Tiny things.

    The games we used to play.

    The silly arguments we had.

    The ridiculous things we fought about.

    The funny habits I had back then.

    One memory followed another.

    Then another.

    Then another.

    Meanwhile, I sat there wondering if he had secretly maintained an archive of my childhood.

    Because I barely remembered half of what he was talking about.

    Yet he recalled those moments as if they had happened yesterday.

    And that was when it happened.

    The movie moment.

    Not outside.

    Inside my head.

    It felt as though someone had switched on an old projector hidden in a forgotten corner of my mind.

    One dusty scene after another flickered back to life.

    The house.

    The laughter.

    The endless teasing.

    The games with rules nobody remembers anymore.

    The arguments that seemed incredibly important when we were children and completely ridiculous now.

    For a few minutes, the years disappeared.

    And I wasn’t remembering a story.

    I was stepping back into it.

    Why the Smallest Memories Stay

    What surprised me wasn’t that he remembered those moments.

    It was realizing how many of them I had forgotten.

    As children, we think the important memories will be birthdays, celebrations, and major milestones.

    But years later, it is often the smallest things that survive.

    The inside jokes.

    The silly nicknames.

    The pointless arguments.

    The games invented on lazy afternoons.

    The people who drove us absolutely crazy.

    Somehow, those are the memories that quietly stay behind.

    Waiting.

    Final Thoughts

    When people imagine moments that feel straight out of a movie, they often think of grand events and dramatic turning points.

    But I think the most cinematic moments are sometimes the quietest ones.

    A conversation.

    A forgotten memory.

    A sudden glimpse of a version of yourself you haven’t seen in years.

    I remembered my cousin as the expert who never missed an opportunity to annoy me.

    What I didn’t realize was that he remembered a childhood I had quietly begun to forget.

    And for a little while, it felt as though someone had dusted off an old reel of film and pressed play.

    Maybe the most cinematic moments aren’t the dramatic ones. Sometimes they’re the moments when someone unexpectedly hands you a piece of your own childhood and says, “Remember this?”

    Do you have someone like that in your life? Someone who remembers old stories, forgotten jokes, or pieces of your childhood that you had almost lost? I’d love to hear about your own movie moment in the comments. 💭✨

    With love,
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Fears I Overcame (And the Ones Still Paying Rent in My Head)

    The Fears I Overcame (And the Ones Still Paying Rent in My Head)

    What fears have you overcome and how?

    What Fears Have You Overcome and How?

    I’ve overcome quite a few fears.

    Well… “overcome” might be a strong word.

    Let’s say we’ve signed a peace treaty and occasionally exchange awkward nods.

    The biggest one?

    The Fear of Not Being Enough

    Not smart enough.
    Not successful enough.
    Not pretty enough.
    Not productive enough.

    At one point, I was collecting “not enoughs” the way some people collect souvenirs.

    The Fear of Being Judged

    I used to think everyone was watching my every move.

    Turns out, most people are busy wondering if they’re being judged.

    A surprisingly humbling discovery.

    And let’s not forget the fear of failure.

    The funny thing about failure is that it spends years terrifying you, then finally shows up and says,

    “That’s it? You were afraid of me?”

    Most of the disasters I imagined never happened.

    The ones that did happen taught me something useful.

    Rude, but useful.

    I also feared speaking my mind.

    So I stayed quiet.

    Nodded politely.

    Rehearsed arguments in the shower three days after the conversation ended.

    You know, the usual.

    Over time, I learned that being misunderstood is uncomfortable, but losing yourself to keep everyone comfortable is worse.

    The fears didn’t disappear.

    They just got tired of running the show.

    And I got tired of giving them front-row seats.

    Making Peace With Fear

    Now when fear knocks on the door, I let it in, offer it tea, listen politely, and then continue doing what I was going to do anyway.

    Because courage isn’t the absence of fear.

    It’s realizing that fear is a terrible life coach.

    And honestly?

    The fear I’ve truly overcome is the fear of being imperfect.

    These days, I’m less interested in being enough for everyone and more interested in being myself.

    It’s cheaper, less exhausting, and requires significantly fewer existential crises.

    That’s growth.

    Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. 🙂

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Where Time Still Sits✨

    Where Time Still Sits✨

    Daily writing prompt
    Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye.

    The Bench

    I pass by that old bench almost every day.

    It stands there quietly,
    as if it has been waiting for me all this time—
    never impatient,
    never demanding,
    just there.

    So many times I have told myself,
    “Maybe today I’ll sit for a while.”

    Just for a few moments.
    Just long enough to let time slow down
    and revisit the days that now live only in memory.

    The days when a bench was never just a bench.

    It was a meeting place,
    a storyteller,
    a witness.

    We sat for hours with friends,
    laughing until our stomachs hurt,
    arguing over the smallest things,
    walking away in anger,
    only to return and make peace again.

    We shared dreams there.
    We shared heartbreak there.

    Sometimes we celebrated victories.
    Sometimes we quietly wiped away tears,
    hoping no one would notice.

    And through it all,
    the bench listened.

    It listened without judgment.
    It kept every secret.
    It held every story.

    How many friendships has it watched grow?
    How many promises has it heard?
    How many hearts has it seen break and heal again?

    I wonder.

    The funny thing is,
    the bench is still there.

    It hasn’t changed.

    We have.

    Once, we had all the time in the world
    and nowhere important to be.

    Now we have endless responsibilities,
    endless destinations,
    and somehow,
    no time to simply sit.

    When did that happen?

    When did we become so busy
    that pausing for a moment
    started to feel like a luxury?

    Perhaps that is what growing up means—
    not losing our memories,
    but forgetting to revisit them.

    Yet I think life’s greatest treasures
    are not hidden in grand achievements
    or distant destinations.

    They live in the pauses.

    In the quiet moments.

    In the places that ask nothing from us
    except our presence.

    So if you ever pass an old bench,
    take a seat.

    Stay a little longer than you planned.

    Listen to the silence.

    You may find an old version of yourself waiting there—
    the one who laughed more freely,
    dreamed more boldly,
    and carried a lighter heart.

    Because some benches are not made of wood and iron alone.

    They are built from conversations,
    friendships,
    tears,
    laughter,
    and time itself.

    And while time moves on,
    the memories it leaves behind
    remain seated,
    waiting patiently for us to return.

    Sometimes life doesn’t ask us to run faster. Sometimes it places a quiet bench along the way, reminding us that resting is not falling behind—it is part of the journey. 🌿🪑✨

    .

    A quiet wooden bench beside a shaded park path, surrounded by lush greenery and tall trees.
    Where time moved on, but the memories stayed. ✨ 🌿

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • 🥇 Factory Closed After This Model 😄✨

    🥇 Factory Closed After This Model 😄✨

    “No one is you, and that’s your power.”

    Limited edition, darling.

    The factory saw the prototype and said,
    “Yeah… let’s not risk making another one.” 🤭

    Because who else can walk into a room with a purpose,
    forget the purpose,
    remember three unrelated things,
    and somehow still leave feeling productive? 😂

    Who else can be strong enough to handle everything,
    yet get emotionally attached to a coffee mug, a random song, or a text they received three weeks ago? 🌸

    Who else says,
    “I’m just going to buy one thing,”
    and comes back with six unnecessary items and a story? 🛍️😌

    A little wise.
    A little dramatic.
    A little chaotic.
    A little too invested in imaginary conversations.

    And somehow…
    all of that works. 💕

    So don’t worry about fitting in.

    You’re not supposed to.

    You’re the kind of person who laughs at serious moments,
    overthinks simple ones,
    makes ordinary days memorable,
    and turns small things into beautiful stories.

    Honestly, if there were two of you,
    the universe would probably file a complaint. 😉✨🌷💫

    Because being special isn’t about being perfect.

    It’s about being the person who laughs too loudly at their own jokes,
    gets attached to little things,
    cares more than they admit,
    and somehow turns ordinary moments into memories.

    A little messy.
    A little magical.
    A little impossible to explain.

    And maybe that’s exactly why there’s only one of you.

    Not because you’re flawless…
    but because your mix of chaos, kindness, courage, overthinking, warmth, and wonder
    has never existed before.

    And honestly?

    The factory didn’t close after this model because it was perfect…

    It closed because it knew it couldn’t make another one quite like you. 🌸✨💕

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    A soft pastel illustration of a girl seen from behind, surrounded by flowers and cozy details, with the title “Factory Closed After This Model” and the signature Nihshabd. 🌸✨
    A little chaos, a little charm, and a whole lot of original. ✨🌷

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Heart of Real Friendship ✨

    The Heart of Real Friendship ✨

    What quality do you value most in a friend?

    What I Value Most in a Friend

    A friend is not just someone we laugh with.

    A friend is someone who slowly becomes a part of our story.

    The person who knows the reason behind our smile,
    the weight behind our silence,
    and the meaning of the words we never say aloud.

    With friends, life feels a little lighter.

    We share our dreams, our fears, our mistakes, our victories.
    We trust them with pieces of ourselves that we do not hand to everyone.

    And perhaps that is why the quality I value most in a friend is trust.

    Not the kind that exists only during good times.

    I mean the kind of trust that feels like home.

    The kind that lets you speak freely,
    without wondering if your words will be misunderstood,
    used against you,
    or carried somewhere they do not belong.

    Because once trust breaks,
    friendship may survive,
    but it never sounds quite the same again.

    I also believe a friend should never make you feel
    that your value depends on their needs.

    People are not tools.
    Hearts are not stepping stones.

    A friendship should never begin with affection
    and end the moment its purpose is served.

    The people we call friends
    should cherish us for who we are,
    not for what we can offer.

    And if one day we have nothing to give
    except our presence,
    that should still be enough.

    A friend should never ask us
    to shrink ourselves to fit their comfort.

    Never ask us to think like them,
    live like them,
    or become someone else
    just to keep the friendship alive.

    Because friendship is not ownership.

    It is not control.

    It is not a list of conditions.

    It is the freedom to be different
    and still be loved.

    To disagree and still be respected.

    To grow in different directions
    and still remain connected.

    And there is something else I value deeply.

    A true friend does not rewrite the story
    when they decide to leave.

    They do not turn your kindness into weakness,
    your mistakes into your identity,
    or your trust into a reason to blame you.

    They do not paint you as the villain
    simply because they no longer wish to stay.

    Because if someone once called you a friend,
    then the memories you shared deserve dignity,
    even if the friendship does not last forever.

    The older I grow,
    the less impressed I am by people
    who promise lifelong friendship.

    And the more grateful I become
    for the rare souls who quietly prove it.

    The ones who never use your heart as a convenience.

    The ones who never ask you to become someone else.

    The ones who do not disappear after taking what they needed.

    The ones who stay honest when it would be easier to be selfish.

    Because a real friend is not measured
    by how loudly they call you their friend.

    A real friend is measured by how gently they hold your trust.

    And if I could describe friendship in a single sentence, it would be this—

    A true friend is someone who never makes you regret trusting them with your heart. ✨🤍

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    Three friends sit together against a glowing sunset, symbolizing trust, connection, and the warmth of true friendship.
    The best friendships are built on trust, not conditions. ✨

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Richest Day Imaginable 🦋

    The Richest Day Imaginable 🦋

    Daily writing prompt
    If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?

    If I had an unlimited budget for 24 hours…

    I often think people expect an answer filled with private jets, luxury islands, designer stores, and extravagant experiences.

    But strangely, that is not where my mind goes.

    If I were given unlimited wealth for just one day, I would spend the first few moments in gratitude—because the ability to change lives is a privilege greater than the ability to buy things.

    The first thing I would do is bring together everyone I love.

    Life has a way of scattering people across cities, countries, responsibilities, and routines. For one day, none of that would matter. I would gather my family around one table, with no rush to leave and no reason to check the time. We would laugh over old memories, tell stories we have heard a hundred times before, take photographs that would become treasures, and create moments that would outlive us all.

    Because one day, when everything else fades, those memories will remain.

    Then I would think of children.

    Not the children who already have every opportunity waiting for them, but the ones whose dreams are forced to compete with poverty, circumstance, and hardship.

    I would fund schools, scholarships, libraries, art programs, and safe places where children can learn without fear. I would make sure that a brilliant mind is never denied a future because of an empty wallet. Somewhere there is a little girl who wants to be a scientist, a writer, a teacher, an artist, or a doctor. Somewhere there is a little boy carrying talents the world has not yet discovered.

    I would spend that day investing in their tomorrows.

    Then my heart would turn toward women.

    Women who have spent years carrying burdens silently.

    Women who have sacrificed their dreams to keep everyone else’s dreams alive.

    Women who have been told to endure when they deserved support.

    I would create opportunities for them to learn, earn, heal, and rebuild. I would help them find not only financial independence but also confidence—the kind that comes from knowing their voice matters and their life has value.

    Because empowering one woman often transforms an entire family.

    I would also dedicate a part of that day to feeding people.

    Not simply distributing meals, but building kitchens, food programs, and sustainable systems that continue serving communities long after those twenty-four hours are gone.

    No child should go to bed hungry.

    No elderly person should have to choose between medicine and food.

    No family should feel forgotten.

    And because my heart has always belonged to stories, creativity, and human connection, I would build spaces where people can gather, create, and feel seen.

    Places filled with books, art, conversation, music, and warmth.

    Places where strangers become friends.

    Places where kindness is not an exception but a culture.

    I would spend time helping abandoned and neglected animals too. There is something deeply touching about the unconditional love animals give. They ask for so little, yet they teach us so much about loyalty, trust, and compassion. Every creature deserves safety and care.

    As the sun began to set on those twenty-four hours, I wouldn’t count the money spent.

    I would count the possibilities created.

    The child who now believes her dream is achievable.

    The woman who now sees a future for herself.

    The family who no longer feels invisible.

    The hungry person who can finally eat with dignity.

    The animal who finally finds a home.

    Because wealth, to me, has never been about owning more.

    It is about giving more.

    And if I had unlimited resources for a single day, I would not try to leave behind evidence of my wealth.

    I would try to leave behind evidence of my humanity.

    I would want my twenty-four hours to become someone else’s lifetime of opportunity.

    I would want hope to travel farther than I ever could.

    And when that day finally ended, I would go to sleep knowing that the greatest luxury in the world is not what we can buy for ourselves—

    it is what we can do for others. ❤️🦋✨

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    A warm golden sunset scene showing children learning, families gathering, acts of kindness, and a peaceful dog, with the title “The Richest Day Imaginable” and the signature “Nihshabd.”
    Some wealth fills our hands. The rarest kind fills hearts. 

    —Rajeshwari 🧿✨

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • 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

  • Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Do you remember life before the internet?

    Life before the internet was wild honestly.

    .

    We used to disappear for six hours
    and nobody thought we were kidnapped.

    .

    People knocked on doors directly.
    DIRECTLY.
    No “hey are you home?” text.
    Just sudden human appearance.
    Terrifying times.

    .

    Phone numbers lived inside our brains.
    Now I forget OTPs
    while still reading them.

    .

    If someone used the landline too long,
    the whole family became emotionally involved.

    .

    And downloading?
    There was no downloading.
    Either the song came on the radio
    or destiny said no.

    .

    We had one computer in the house
    kept in the most public area possible
    like it was under government surveillance.

    .

    Google wasn’t there,
    so confident wrong answers survived for years.
    One uncle could lie peacefully forever.

    .

    Summer vacations felt endless then.
    We drank Rasna,
    came home before streetlights,
    and thought the moon followed our scooter.

    .

    Cartoons arrived once a day
    and missing them felt like heartbreak.

    .

    We waited for birthday cards,
    shared one earphone like it was true love,
    and rewound cassette tapes with pencils
    like unpaid interns.

    .

    Photos were blurry,
    candids were accidental,
    and nobody stopped eating
    to take pictures of the food first.

    .

    Also…
    we met people without stalking them first.
    No bio.
    No highlights.
    No “link in profile.”
    Just pure risk and bad judgment.

    .

    And somehow friendships felt longer,
    conversations felt slower,
    and evenings felt bigger.

    .

    People laughed louder,
    visited more,
    sat together without checking notifications every seven seconds,
    and love felt less performative somehow.

    .

    Now we have high-speed internet,
    low battery anxiety,
    three passwords forgotten daily,
    and the attention span of a confused mosquito.

    .

    But honestly…
    for a world with no Wi-Fi,
    it connected people surprisingly well. ✨

    .

    A nostalgic vintage-style scene featuring cassette tapes, a landline phone, handwritten notes, and children playing outside a sunlit window, inspired by life before the internet.
    Back when memories lived in hearts, not storage space. ✨

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡

    कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡

    Who would you like to talk to soon?

    कभी-कभी सोचती हूँ,
    दोस्ती आखिर होती क्या है…?

    क्या रोज़ बात करना दोस्ती है?
    हर तस्वीर में साथ दिखना दोस्ती है?
    या फिर हर वक़्त एक-दूसरे के पास रहना…?

    अगर ऐसा होता,
    तो शायद कई रिश्ते कब के ख़त्म हो चुके होते।

    मेरे लिए दोस्ती वह रिश्ता है
    जो वक़्त की धूल जम जाने के बाद भी
    दिल में चमकता रहता है। ✨

    कुछ लोग हमारी ज़िंदगी में
    बहुत शोर के साथ नहीं आते,
    वे धीरे-धीरे आदत बन जाते हैं।
    सुबह की चाय जैसे,
    पुरानी किताबों की खुशबू जैसे,
    या उस गीत जैसे
    जिसे सुने बिना मन पूरा नहीं होता। ♡

    फिर एक दिन ज़िंदगी
    सबको अलग-अलग दिशाओं में बाँट देती है।
    किसी के हिस्से नौकरी आती है,
    किसी के हिस्से परिवार,
    किसी के हिस्से ज़िम्मेदारियाँ…
    और देखते ही देखते
    वे लोग, जिनके बिना एक दिन नहीं गुजरता था,
    अब महीनों तक सिर्फ़ यादों में मिलते हैं।

    लेकिन अजीब बात यह है—
    दूरी कभी उस अपनापन को कम नहीं कर पाती।

    आज भी जब कोई बात दिल दुखाती है,
    तो सबसे पहले वही पुराने दोस्त याद आते हैं।
    जिनसे अब उतनी बात नहीं होती,
    पर जिनके सामने कभी ख़ुद को समझाना नहीं पड़ता था।

    कुछ रिश्तों की सबसे खूबसूरत बात यही होती है
    कि वे हिसाब नहीं माँगते।
    वे यह नहीं पूछते
    कि “इतने दिन कहाँ थे?”
    वे बस वहीं से अपनापन शुरू कर देते हैं
    जहाँ आख़िरी बार छोड़ा था। 🤍

    कभी किसी सड़क पर चलते हुए
    अचानक कोई पुरानी हँसी याद आ जाती है।
    किसी दुकान के बाहर खड़े होकर
    वो बेवजह की बातें याद आने लगती हैं।
    और फिर दिल बहुत चुपके से मान लेता है
    कि कुछ लोग अब साथ नहीं हैं…
    पर उनसे जुड़ी मोहब्बत आज भी वहीं है।

    शायद इसी का नाम दोस्ती है—
    एक ऐसा रिश्ता
    जो दूरी से नहीं टूटता,
    बस यादों में और गहरा उतर जाता है। ✨

    और सच कहूँ यार…
    तेरे साथ बिताए हुए वो छोटे-छोटे पल
    आज भी मेरी ज़िंदगी के सबसे खूबसूरत हिस्सों में आते हैं।

    क्योंकि कुछ लोग
    ज़िंदगी में देर तक साथ रहें या नहीं,
    दिल में हमेशा रह जाते हैं… ♡


    Sometimes I wonder what friendship truly means…

    Is it talking every single day?
    Being present in every photograph together?
    Or always staying close to each other…?

    If that were true,
    then many beautiful friendships would have ended long ago.

    To me, friendship is the kind of bond
    that still shines in the heart
    even after time has covered it with dust. ✨

    Some people do not enter our lives loudly.
    They slowly become a part of us.
    Like morning tea,
    like the scent of old books,
    or like that one song
    the heart never gets tired of hearing. ♡

    And then one day, life quietly pulls everyone
    towards different directions.
    Some get busy chasing dreams,
    some become wrapped in responsibilities,
    and some are simply trying to survive their own battles.

    Before we realize it,
    the people we once spoke to every day
    begin meeting us only in memories.

    And yet, strangely,
    distance never really lessens the love.

    Even today, whenever something hurts deeply,
    those old friends are the first ones I remember.
    The ones I may not speak to often anymore,
    but the ones before whom
    I never had to explain myself. 🤍

    That is perhaps the most beautiful thing about certain relationships —
    they do not ask for explanations.
    They do not complain about the silence.
    They simply continue from the same warmth
    where everything was once left behind.

    Sometimes while walking down a familiar road,
    an old laugh suddenly returns to my ears.
    Sometimes a random memory
    brings back an entire version of life I thought was gone.

    And in those quiet moments,
    the heart softly accepts
    that some people may no longer walk beside us…
    but the love attached to them never truly leaves. ✨

    Maybe that is what friendship really is —
    a bond that distance cannot break,
    a connection that quietly grows deeper inside memories.

    And honestly, my friend…
    the little moments I spent with you
    still remain among the most beautiful parts of my life. ♡

    Because some people,
    whether they stay for long or not,
    find a forever home inside the heart.

    Sunset lakeside aesthetic with books, warm lights, and the Hindi quote “कुछ बातें अब भी अधूरी हैं ♡” alongside Nihshabd. ✨
    कुछ रिश्ते ख़ामोश होकर भी दिल में हमेशा ज़िंदा रहते हैं… ♡

    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    Daily writing prompt
    What is the meaning of life?

    What Life Feels Like ✨

    Sometimes,
    when I sit quietly
    and think about life,
    it feels like a tiny beautiful moment
    running softly through my hands
    before I can hold it completely.

    Like a butterfly
    that chooses your shoulder
    for just a second. 🦋

    Like a rainbow
    appearing shyly after rain
    only to disappear again
    as if magic was never meant
    to stay forever. 🌈

    Life feels golden sometimes —
    sunlight tangled in hair,
    music floating through rooms,
    giggles that arrive unexpectedly,
    laughter so pure
    it heals hidden corners inside us.

    And sometimes life is simply
    a soft breeze,
    a silver line behind dark clouds,
    a strange little miracle
    hiding inside ordinary days.

    To me,
    life is not a race to win.

    It is freedom.
    Peace.
    Clarity.
    Love without conditions.
    Happiness found in tiny things.

    It is dancing foolishly in the kitchen,
    singing wrong lyrics loudly,
    being playful without shame,
    staying a little crazy,
    a little quirky,
    a little wonderfully undone.

    Life is learning to live
    without grudges heavy in the heart.
    To let go gently.
    To forgive quietly.
    To protect your peace
    like something sacred.

    And maybe the meaning of life
    is not something huge at all.

    Maybe it is simply this —

    to love deeply,
    laugh endlessly,
    feel everything fully,
    and leave behind
    a little warmth,
    a little music,
    and a little magic
    wherever we go. ✨

    .

    A dreamy sunset scene with a girl, butterflies, rainbow, and soft magical vibes beside the title Nihshabd.
    Tiny moments. Big feelings. Infinite magic. ✨

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved