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  • 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 ❤️

    .

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

    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
  • Stories I Wish I Could Create Every Day

    Stories I Wish I Could Create Every Day

    What do you wish you could do more every day?

    A digital caricature of Indian actress Rekha, depicted in a dramatic deep red draped outfit with a statement headpiece, bold makeup, and traditional jewelry, set against a dark textured background that enhances her regal and timeless presence.
    “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 digital illustration of an Indian bride wearing a richly detailed red lehenga with intricate gold embroidery, paired with traditional jewelry and a neatly styled bun, standing gracefully against a soft textured background.
    “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.**

    A vibrant digital illustration of an Indian wedding couple dancing joyfully under a floral arch, wearing colorful traditional outfits, capturing movement, celebration, and togetherness.
    “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.

  • No Ink, Just Imprints ✨

    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

  • Evolving (I guess…)

    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

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

    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

  • Pretty, Talented… But This One Stayed

    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.

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Not Every Conversation Is a Signal

    Not Every Conversation Is a Signal

    This poem was not written out of anger,

    but out of a quiet exhaustion many women carry —

    the exhaustion of being misunderstood,

    of having their kindness turned into assumptions,

    and their boundaries turned into battles

    that far too many girls face every day.

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    Sometimes I wonder…

    do girls even have the right to just talk normally?

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    Because the moment we do —

    a simple conversation, a smile, basic kindness —

    it somehow turns into a “signal” in someone else’s head.

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    A girl and a boy having a casual conversation in a café, with thought bubbles symbolizing different interpretations.
    Sometimes, it’s just a conversation — nothing more

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    A “maybe she likes me.”

    A “maybe this means something more.”

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    But it doesn’t.

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    Some girls are just like that —

    naturally kind,

    soft in the way they speak,

    warm in the way they treat people.

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    They make others feel comfortable,

    not special.

    They are just being themselves.

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    And they shouldn’t have to change that

    just to feel safe.

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    But somehow… they are expected to.

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    Because when they say,

    clearly, calmly,

    “I’m not interested,”

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    something shifts.

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    Not in them —

    but in the space around them.

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    Kindness becomes confusion.

    Silence becomes attitude.

    Distance becomes a challenge.

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    And suddenly,

    “No”

    is no longer enough.

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    Messages don’t stop.

    Boundaries are ignored.

    And what should have ended with respect…

    turns into discomfort,

    sometimes even fear.

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    Honestly?

    It’s exhausting.

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    We don’t want to be rude.

    We’re just trying to feel safe.

    We’re not leading anyone on —

    we’re just being normal human beings.

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    And yes… we know,

    not all men are like this.

    Many are respectful, kind, and understanding —

    and this is not about them.

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    But the ones who are not…

    make it harder to feel safe anywhere.

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    So tell me —

    why should kindness feel like a mistake?

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    Why should being polite

    come with consequences?

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    Why should anyone have to change

    who they are,

    just to avoid being misunderstood?

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    Because a conversation

    is not a confession.

    A smile

    is not an invitation.

    And kindness

    is not a promise.

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    Not every smile is interest.

    Not every conversation is a signal.

    And every “No” deserves to be respected —

    the first time.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • This Wasn’t on the Map

    You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

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    A misty mountain road with a parked car and bike beside a small chai stall, glowing softly in the cold evening.
    Somewhere between roads and pauses ☕🌫️

    A cross-country trip?

    This should have been an easy question.

    But no… it’s one of those questions where life quietly walks in and complicates everything 😄

    Because technically,

    if I really had to travel across a country,

    I’d just take a plane.

    Window seat. Earphones on.

    And a silent deal with the universe —

    “Just get me there.”

    Simple.

    But what if…

    it’s not just about getting there?

    What if it’s about

    the in-betweens,

    the unexpected turns,

    and those moments that were never part of the plan?

    Suddenly, the plane feels a little too efficient.

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    A car makes sense.

    A car is comfort.

    It’s playlists, long roads, and random chai stops ☕

    It’s… control.

    Windows slightly down,

    cool air brushing past your face,

    mountains slowly unfolding like they’ve been waiting.

    You decide when to pause,

    when to move,

    and when to just stare out the window

    like you’re the main character in a film 🎬

    With a car, life feels a little more… sorted.

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    But a bike…

    A bike isn’t sorted.

    It’s wind, noise, unpredictability.

    It’s cold air you can almost taste,

    and roads that don’t ask where you’re going.

    It’s “let’s take this turn… just because.”

    On a bike, the destination softens.

    And the journey becomes real.

    A little messy.

    A little magical.

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    So what would I choose?

    Honestly…

    I’d start with a car.

    Because I like knowing I’m going somewhere.

    But somewhere along the way,

    when the map starts to matter less,

    and time slows down just enough…

    maybe near a quiet chai stall,

    with the mountains watching silently—

    I’d park the car.

    And take a bike.

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    Because maybe…

    some journeys aren’t meant to be comfortable.

    They’re meant to be felt.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • The Most Confident Person I Know Might Surprise You

    The Most Confident Person I Know Might Surprise You

    Who is the most confident person you know?

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    The Most Confident Person I Know

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    Whenever people talk about confidence,

    they usually imagine someone very impressive.

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    A bold voice.

    A fearless personality.

    Someone who walks into a room

    like the room has been waiting

    their entire life for them to arrive.

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    You know the type.

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    The ones who speak first,

    laugh the loudest,

    and somehow always look like

    they know exactly what they are doing.

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    I know someone like that too.

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    But here’s the funny part.

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    From the outside,

    you would probably never guess

    they are confident at all.

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    They are quiet.

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    They sometimes overthink small things.

    They prefer peaceful corners

    over crowded conversations.

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    If there is a spotlight,

    they will politely step aside

    and let someone else stand there.

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    Not exactly the poster child

    for confidence.

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    But I’ve watched this person carefully.

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    They don’t try to impress anyone.

    They don’t change themselves

    to fit every room they walk into.

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    They simply show up

    exactly as they are.

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    No performance.

    No unnecessary noise.

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    And that, strangely enough,

    is the most confident thing I have ever seen.

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    Because real confidence

    isn’t about being the loudest voice.

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    It’s about being comfortable

    with your own quiet.

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    Which leads to a slightly awkward realization.

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    Whenever someone asks me,

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    “Who is the most confident person you know?”

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    I pause for a moment.

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    Not because I don’t know the answer.

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    But because it feels a little strange

    to say it out loud.

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    The most confident person I know

    is not the loudest one in the room.

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    It’s the introvert

    standing quietly in the corner,

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    pretending to mind their own business…

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    while secretly knowing

    they’re doing just fine.

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    And yes,

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    that person

    is me.🙂

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved