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  • The Best Gift Isn’t a Thing: A Soulful Take on Love, Friendship & Presence

    The Best Gift Isn’t a Thing: A Soulful Take on Love, Friendship & Presence

    Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received

    The Best Gift I Ever Received 🎁

    .

    The Best Gift I Ever Received

    wasn’t wrapped in paper or tied with a ribbon.

    It came wrapped in intention,

    sealed with effort,

    and reached my heart quietly

    no courier delays, no tracking number,

    just perfect timing.

    .

    Because for me, the best gift is never a thing.

    It’s a feeling.

    It’s someone choosing me

    on easy days, difficult days,

    and those days when I say “I’m fine”

    but clearly I’m not.

    .

    It’s the friend who stays

    when I go silent,

    overthink everything,

    get dramatic for no reason,

    and emotionally buffer like slow internet

    yet never presses refresh on me.

    .

    It’s the relationship that teaches me love,

    even if it doesn’t stay forever.

    Some people come beautifully wrapped.

    Some come as lessons disguised as gifts.

    Both arrive exactly when they’re meant to.

    .

    It’s being seen

    not just my smile,

    but my chaos too.

    Not just my strength,

    but my tired, vulnerable corners

    that I usually hide behind jokes and sarcasm.

    .

    Yes, I love surprises.

    Yes, I love pretty things.

    But what truly makes my heart go ufff

    is someone remembering the small details

    how I take my tea,

    what silently hurts me,

    what makes me laugh

    when I’m pretending to be strong.

    .

    The best gift is presence.

    Showing up.

    Staying.

    Effort without announcements.

    Love without conditions or fine print.

    .

    It’s someone saying, “I’m here,”

    and actually meaning it

    not disappearing when it gets uncomfortable,

    emotional, or a little too real.

    .

    So if you ask me about the best gift of my life,

    I won’t point to an object.

    I’ll point to moments,

    to people,

    to connections that stayed.

    .

    Because love

    given genuinely,

    received honestly,

    felt deeply

    is the only gift that grows richer with time.

    .

    And honestly…

    that kind of gift

    is rare, priceless,

    and always unforgettable. ✨💛

  • When Silence Reaches 10,000 Hearts 🤍

    When Silence Reaches 10,000 Hearts 🤍

    🌸 Gratitude Note 🌸

    10,000 views ♥️

    A number, yes, but to me, it feels like a gentle hug from each of you.

    Each view tells me that someone paused… lingered… felt… and let these words touch a corner of their heart. In this fast-moving world, that pause itself is a precious gift.

    Nihshabd began as whispers of the soul, thoughts unspoken, emotions quietly felt, reflections that didn’t need to shout. That these soft, silent words found a place in your lives humbles me beyond measure.

    This journey has grown slowly, lovingly, step by step, and every step carries the weight of your presence. Some of you read every post, some quietly from afar, some just stumbled upon a word that stayed with you, but every single one of you matters to me.

    From the bottom of my heart, thank you, for reading, for pausing, for feeling, for trusting these quiet words. Thank you for letting Nihshabd be a part of your life.

    With all my love and gratitude, always 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Budgeting: where Logic Meets Emotion!

    Budgeting: where Logic Meets Emotion!

    Write about your approach to budgeting.

    I budget like I love

    with hope, calculations,

    and a little denial. 😌📊

    .

    First, I sit very seriously,

    open a notebook,

    and declare confidently:

    “This month, we will be disciplined.” ✍️😇

    The notebook nods.

    My wallet laughs. 😂👛

    .

    I divide money into categories:

    Needs 🧺

    Wants 🛍️

    Emergency 🚨

    And “I deserve this, don’t question me.” 💅✨

    .

    Needs are practical

    groceries, bills, responsibilities 🏠📄

    Wants are emotional

    pretty things, comforting things,

    things that whisper, “You’ve earned me.” 🥺💖

    .

    Emergency funds exist

    mostly for emotional security

    like a pillow for financial anxiety. 🛌💭

    I don’t touch it…

    I just look at it lovingly

    when life feels too loud. 🤍

    .

    Mental stress and I

    have a mutual understanding:

    I won’t spend impulsively,

    and it won’t show up

    every time I check my balance. 😮‍💨📉

    (We both break the promise sometimes.) 😬

    .

    My strategy is simple:

    plan carefully 📋

    adapt bravely 💪

    forgive myself quickly 🌱

    .

    Some days I’m confident

    tracking expenses like a CEO. 👩‍💼📈

    Some days I’m humans

    buying joy in small packets. 🍫☕

    .

    I believe money should feel

    managed, not miserable.

    Controlled, not cruel.

    Useful, not scary. 💛

    .

    So yes, my budget has rules

    but it also has room

    for laughter 😄

    self-respect 🌸

    and a little madness 🤪

    .

    Because if life is already expensive,

    at least my confidence should be free. ✨🕊️

    And that

    is my perfectly imperfect

    approach to budgeting. 💸💖

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Patriotism Is More Than a Feeling

    Patriotism Is More Than a Feeling

    Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?

    Are you patriotic?

    Yes.

    But not only when a match is won,

    not only when the flag waves on a screen,

    not only when the anthem gives me goosebumps.

    .

    For me, patriotism is quieter than that.

    It lives in everyday choices

    in what I do when no one is watching,

    in how I treat people,

    in how responsibly I live.

    .

    I cheer when my country wins a match.

    But I also wish we celebrated

    honesty winning over shortcuts,

    kindness winning over convenience,

    and responsibility winning over excuses.

    .

    Because the truth is

    love alone is not enough.

    Love needs service.

    Love needs effort.

    Love needs action.

    .

    Just like we work endlessly to move our families forward,

    a nation too needs more than emotions.

    It needs citizens who care,

    who contribute,

    who understand that this country is not “someone else’s duty.”

    .

    My country is my home.

    And homes don’t grow through slogans

    they grow through daily care.

    .

    Patriotism, to me, is not about being perfect.

    It is about being aware.

    It is choosing the right thing even when it’s inconvenient.

    It is refusing to say, “What difference will one person make?”

    .

    Because one honest act,

    one responsible decision,

    one small contribution

    often creates a much bigger impact than we realise.

    .

    So yes, I love my country deeply.

    But more than loving it,

    I want to serve it in my own small way.

    .

    Because the flag looks most beautiful

    not when it is displayed loudly,

    but when it is protected quietly

    by citizens who care. 🇮🇳✨

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • ✨A Poem Drenched in Love & Light✨

    ✨A Poem Drenched in Love & Light✨

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    कभी-कभी,

    खुद से मुलाक़ात भी

    बारिश की पहली बूंद जैसी होती है

    हल्की, नर्म, मगर दिल तक उतर जाने वाली।

    .

    आईने को आज

    आराम दे दो…

    तुम्हारी असल चमक

    उस पर नहीं,

    तुम्हारे मुस्कुराने में रहती है।

    .

    तुम्हारे भीतर

    एक महक है

    जैसे किसी शाम

    बिना वजह खिल जाए कोई फूल।

    ये महक,

    किसी की तारीफ़ से नहीं,

    तुम्हारे होने से महक लेती है।

    .

    डर ने भले तुम्हारे दरवाज़े पर

    धीमे से दस्तक दी हो,

    पर तुम्हारी हिम्मत

    हमेशा उस खिड़की से आती है

    जहाँ सूरज शांति से बैठा रहता है।

    .

    और सच कहूँ

    तुम में जो ख़ामोशी है,

    वो भी एक मिठास लिए हुए है,

    जैसे कोई बात प्यार बनकर

    होठों तक आए और

    कहने से पहले ही मुस्कुरा दे।

    .

    तुम वो रोशनी हो

    जो किसी रोशनी की मोहताज़ नहीं

    आँखें बंद हों तब भी

    अपना रास्ता खुद पहचान ही लेती हो।

    .

    आज बस इतना करना है

    खुद को टटोलना नहीं,

    खुद को महसूस करना…

    जैसे कोई अपने ही हाथों को

    पहली बार प्यार से छू ले।

    .

    क्योंकि तुम,

    अपने हर रंग में,

    अपने हर मौसम में

    काफ़ी हो, ख़ूबसूरत हो,

    और अपने होने मात्र से

    इस दुनिया को ये अहसास

    दिला देती हो।

    .

    चमको…

    प्यार बनकर,

    खुशी बनकर,

    खुद के लिए। ✨🤍

    .

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Me? Break the Law? Never. (Probably.) 🚦

    Me? Break the Law? Never. (Probably.) 🚦

    Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

    Me? Break the Law? Never. (Probably.) 🚦

    .

    Me?

    Break the law?

    Please. 😌

    .

    I’m the kind of person

    who reads the instructions on a medicine strip 💊

    and thanks it for its service.

    .

    I have never broken the law.

    Knowingly? Absolutely not. 🙅🏻‍♀️

    Unknowingly?

    Let’s not investigate too deeply. 👀

    .

    Maybe I’ve treated a yellow traffic light 🚦

    like it was a motivational quote

    “Go for it.” ✨

    .

    Maybe I’ve clicked “I Agree”

    on Terms & Conditions 📱

    longer than my life story

    without reading a single word.

    If that’s a crime,

    I deserve a digital arrest warrant. 🚨

    .

    Maybe I returned a library book 📖

    one day late

    and lived 24 hours

    as an underground fugitive

    in my own head. 🕵🏻‍♀️

    .

    Maybe I crossed the road

    two steps away from the zebra crossing 🚶🏻‍♀️

    because my patience expired

    before the signal did. ⏳

    .

    I pay my taxes. 💼

    I stand in queues. 🧍🏻‍♀️

    I silently judge queue-breakers. 😏

    I even whisper “sorry”

    when I bump into a table. 🙈

    .

    Criminal mastermind?

    Hardly. 😇

    .

    My biggest illegal act

    is overthinking harmless things 🤯

    and sentencing myself

    to guilt

    without a trial. ⚖️

    .

    So yes

    if I’ve ever broken the law,

    I did it so politely

    so softly

    that even the law must’ve paused and said,

    .

    “Was that a violation…

    or just a slightly enthusiastic human?” 🤔

    .

    I’m not a lawbreaker.

    I’m just human.

    .

    And as far as I know,

    that’s still legal. 😉

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • “Currently Loading… Please Do Not Disturb.” 🔄

    “Currently Loading… Please Do Not Disturb.” 🔄

    If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?

    **If There Were a Biography About Me, It Would Be Titled:**

    “Currently Loading… Please Do Not Disturb.” 🔄

    Because I am not a finished personality.

    I am an update in progress. 📶

    This biography will not follow a timeline.

    It will follow mood swings. 🌪️

    Some pages will smell like filter coffee. ☕

    Some like burnt tadka. 🔥

    Some like ambition. 🚀

    Some like “why did I say that?” 😶

    I am the kind of person who:

    • Wants peace ✨

    • Chooses chaos 🤦🏻‍♀️

    • Complains softly 🤍

    • Handles loudly 💪

    • Says “leave it” 😌

    • And never leaves it 👀

    Consistency? Questionable.

    Commitment? Unmatched. 😎

    My biography would include footnotes like:

    1️⃣ She overthinks, but efficiently.

    2️⃣ She loves hard, but pretends she doesn’t.

    3️⃣ She says “I don’t care,” but remembers everything. 🧠

    There will be a section titled:

    “Why Am I Like This?” 🤷🏻‍♀️

    No answers.

    Just vibes. ✨

    I am not mysterious.

    I am just running multiple tabs in my brain. 🖥️

    And one of them is always playing background music. 🎶

    This is not a story of struggle.

    This is a story of range. 🎨

    Happy. 😄

    Annoyed. 😑

    Calm. 🧘🏻‍♀️

    Sarcastic. 😉

    Philosophical at 2 PM. 📖

    Hungry at 2:05 PM. 🍽️

    The last line?

    “She wasn’t dramatic.

    She was detailed.” ✍️

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • ✨They Built. We Are Becoming✨

    ✨They Built. We Are Becoming✨

    What were your parents doing at your age?

    This question sounds innocent.

    Very innocent.

    But the moment someone asks it, your mind panics like it just heard,

    “So… where do you see yourself in five years?”

    At my age, my parents were already married.

    With kids.

    With responsibilities.

    With zero time to sit and overthink life.

    And my mumma?

    She wasn’t just managing the house.

    She was working.

    Earning.

    Contributing.

    Holding two full-time roles without calling either of them a “struggle.”

    Office files in one hand,

    school notebooks in the other,

    and somehow — love everywhere.

    She came back from work, cooked meals that tasted like comfort,

    kept the house running,

    knew everyone’s schedule,

    and still had the energy to ask,

    “Sab theek hai na?”

    Honestly, I still don’t know where that energy came from.

    Probably the same place where she kept extra strength, patience, and magic.

    At my age, my mother didn’t chase balance.

    She created it — quietly, gracefully, daily.

    And my dad?

    He was right there.

    Working hard.

    Providing.

    Supporting.

    Being steady — the calm in the chaos.

    He wasn’t loud about it.

    He didn’t announce sacrifices.

    He just showed up.

    Every day.

    My parents were a team.

    Both earning.

    Both contributing.

    Both carrying responsibility — together.

    No long speeches about equality.

    No hashtags.

    Just daily practice.

    They didn’t discuss “sharing the load.”

    They simply shared it.

    They didn’t talk about burnout.

    They had tired eyes, aching backs — and still showed up.

    They didn’t say,

    “I need space.”

    They said,

    “Ho jayega.”

    And somehow… it did.

    They didn’t google,

    “Is it normal to feel lost?”

    They didn’t have the option to feel lost.

    Life had already handed them roles and deadlines.

    And us?

    We think.

    We overthink.

    We over-overthink.

    Then we google why we overthink.

    Then we’re tired.

    Our parents didn’t have therapy language.

    But they had emotional strength we’re still trying to decode.

    They didn’t talk about work-life balance.

    They lived it — imperfectly, honestly.

    And before we judge ourselves too harshly — let’s pause for a second.

    Because the truth is…

    I’m doing good too.

    Maybe not in the loud, trophy-holding way.

    But in the quiet, everyday way.

    I show up.

    I try.

    I learn.

    I fall.

    I get up — sometimes slowly, sometimes dramatically.

    I am handling pressures they never had.

    I am unlearning things they never had time to question.

    I am choosing awareness, even when ignorance would be easier.

    I may not have figured everything out —

    But I am figuring myself out.

    And that counts.

    A lot.

    But let’s be honest.

    They didn’t live in a world where everyone’s life update was in your pocket.

    They didn’t compare their reality to strangers before brushing their teeth.

    They weren’t expected to:

    earn well heal emotionally stay calm stay kind stay relevant

    All at the same time.

    So yes —

    They did a lot at our age.

    But so are we.

    They were busy surviving and building.

    We are busy understanding and becoming.

    They built homes together.

    We are trying to build peace — sometimes with coffee, sometimes with chaos.

    So the next time someone asks,

    “What were your parents doing at your age?”

    Smile.

    And think:

    They did their best — as a team.

    And I’m doing my best — in my own way.

    Different times.

    Same effort.

    And honestly?

    That’s more than enough. 😊💛

  • 💃 Why Every Woman Needs a Little Drama (The Good Kind)

    💃 Why Every Woman Needs a Little Drama (The Good Kind)

    Let’s clear something up.

    When we say “drama,” we don’t mean throwing plates, blocking numbers, or walking away in slow motion like a movie climax.

    We mean the good kind.

    The healthy, sparkly, slightly exaggerated kind that makes life feel alive.

    Because here’s the truth:

    Women are not dramatic.

    We are emotionally well-lit.

    We feel in HD.

    We react in surround sound.

    We live in full color.

    And sometimes, that means gasping over a message.

    Re-reading it.

    Analyzing the punctuation.

    Then pretending we didn’t care.

    Drama?

    No.

    Emotional research.

    A little drama is what makes us send that “Are you mad at me?” text…

    even when we know he’s just busy.

    It’s what makes us narrate our own life in our head.

    “Oh wow. Look at you. Growing. Healing. Slightly overreacting. But growing.”

    It’s what makes us stand in front of the mirror and say,

    “Why am I like this?”

    and then immediately answer,

    “Because I care too much. And that’s not a crime.”

    Good drama is not chaos.

    It’s expression.

    It’s the way we replay a conversation three times before sleeping.

    It’s the way we feel “fine” and “not fine” in the same sentence.

    It’s the way we can laugh and cry within five minutes

    and still show up to dinner like nothing happened.

    A little drama keeps the heart flexible.

    It keeps us from turning into robots who say “okay” to everything.

    Because a woman without a little drama?

    She’s not calm.

    She’s suppressing.

    And suppression is far more dangerous than dramatic eyeliner and deep sighs.

    We need that spark.

    That flare.

    That “excuse me, I felt something” energy.

    It reminds us we’re alive.

    So yes.

    We overthink.

    We react.

    We feel deeply.

    We narrate our own emotions like a limited series.

    And honestly?

    That little drama is not a flaw.

    It’s the glitter in our bloodstream.