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  • Why Does the Butterfly Keep Finding Me? 🦋

    Why Does the Butterfly Keep Finding Me? 🦋

    Daily writing prompt
    If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why?
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    If I had to get a tattoo right now, it would be a butterfly. 🦋

    Not because I have always loved butterflies.

    Actually, I’m not even sure when this started.

    People sometimes notice the butterfly on my bracelet.

    Then they notice another one on my mangalsutra.

    And then there is that little 🦋 I keep using on my blog, in my posts, almost everywhere.

    And that’s when they ask me—

    “Why are you so obsessed with butterflies?”

    The funny thing is…

    I don’t know.

    I really don’t.

    I never consciously chose the butterfly.

    It somehow kept finding its way into my life.

    Once, I even named a brand Titliyan with a few friends.

    I don’t remember why I chose that name either.

    I eventually had to leave it behind for personal reasons.

    What I See in a Butterfly

    Funny, isn’t it?

    The name disappeared.

    But the butterfly didn’t.

    And maybe that’s when I started wondering whether there was something about this little creature that I was drawn to without even knowing why.

    Because when I look at a butterfly, I don’t just see something pretty.

    I see something I recognise.

    Maybe it’s because I’ve always been someone who notices people.

    Not just how they look.

    What they carry.

    The person who makes everyone laugh but is quietly going through something.

    The woman who thinks she is ordinary but has an incredible strength.

    Someone who doesn’t realise how kind they are.

    Someone who has no idea that their presence makes a difference to other people.

    I notice those things.

    Maybe that’s why butterflies fascinate me.

    Because a butterfly has absolutely no idea what we see.

    She doesn’t know that someone might stop walking just to watch her.

    She doesn’t know that her wings can make an ordinary afternoon beautiful.

    She doesn’t know she’s beautiful.

    She just is.

    Maybe That’s Why I Love Her

    And perhaps people are like that too.

    Sometimes, we spend years trying to become something better, prettier, stronger, more successful…

    while the people around us can already see something wonderful in us that we haven’t noticed yet.

    And yes, I believe in the whole butterfly story too.

    The caterpillar.

    The cocoon.

    The uncertainty.

    The struggle.

    The transformation.

    The wings.

    But what touches me isn’t only that she changes.

    It’s that she becomes something beautiful without ever knowing how beautiful she has become.

    Maybe that’s the part I understand.

    Maybe that’s the part I love.

    Or maybe…

    I’m simply a woman who has collected too many butterflies over the years and is now trying to find a philosophical explanation for it. 😂

    But if I ever get that tattoo, it won’t be because a butterfly has one fixed meaning.

    It will be because, somehow, it has become a little piece of my story.

    A reminder to notice beauty.

    In people.

    In life.

    And perhaps, sometimes, in myself.

    A reminder that I don’t have to know exactly where life is taking me.

    A reminder that some of the most beautiful things about us may be things we haven’t discovered yet.

    And perhaps, most importantly—

    a reminder to keep my wings open, even when I don’t know where I’m going to fly.

    So yes.

    If I had to get a tattoo right now…

    it would be a butterfly.

    Maybe I’ve been choosing her all these years.

    Or maybe…

    she’s been choosing me. đŸŚ‹

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    READ MORE :If I Had to Be an Animal for a Week | A Butterfly’s Lesson

  • Finding Myself Again: My Significant Other Was Me | Nihshabd

    Finding Myself Again: My Significant Other Was Me | Nihshabd

    Daily writing prompt
    How did you meet your significant other?
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    My Significant Other Was MeʉϬ

    Finding myself again was never a planned journey. For years, I was busy being everything everyone needed me to be—a daughter, a wife, a mother, and a woman who always put others first. Somewhere between responsibilities and expectations, I forgot a small but important part of myself. Until one day, I finally met the person I had been searching for all along—me.

    They asked me,
    “How did you meet your significant other?”

    I smiled.

    Because my answer is a little unexpected.

    I didn’t meet her at a cafĂŠ.
    I didn’t find her in a crowd.
    I didn’t recognise her in a first glance.

    I met her after years of searching.

    She was there all along.

    Hidden behind the woman who was always busy taking care of everyone else.

    The daughter who learned to adjust.

    The wife who tried to create a happy home.

    The mother who remembered everyone’s needs before her own.

    The woman who knew exactly how everyone liked their tea,
    what made everyone happy,
    and what everyone needed…

    But sometimes forgot to ask herself—

    “What do I need?”

    She was always there.

    But somewhere between responsibilities and expectations,
    her voice became softer.

    Her dreams waited patiently in a corner.

    Her hobbies waited for “someday.”

    Her wishes waited for “after everyone is settled.”

    And she kept telling herself—

    “Later.”

    Until one day, she stopped.

    Not because the world changed.

    But because she did.

    She picked up the book she had left unfinished.

    She listened to the song she loved.

    She created something just because it made her happy.

    She sat quietly without feeling guilty.

    And slowly…

    she heard her own voice again.

    The woman she had lost in the noise of everyday life
    was finding her way back.

    She was not selfish.

    She was not changing.

    She was simply returning home.

    To herself.

    So, how did I meet my significant other?

    I met her in the mirror after years of looking everywhere else.

    She was older.

    She was wiser.

    She had scars, stories, and a thousand silent battles behind her smile.

    But she was beautiful.

    Because she was finally free to be herself.

    My significant other was never someone I had to find.

    She was the woman I had been carrying inside me all along.

    And today…

    I choose her.

    Every single day. ❤️

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    until the next whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    READ MORE : The Promise to Myself I Never Broke

  • Varalakshmi Vratam: Tradition on a Plate 🌸

    Varalakshmi Vratam: Tradition on a Plate 🌸

    What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love?

    If you ask me about a cultural tradition from India that I love, I honestly wouldn’t know where to begin.

    India is practically a treasure chest of traditions. Open one drawer and you’ll find festivals. Open another and there’s a puja. Then come the flowers, mehendi, pattu sarees, family gatherings, elaborate feasts, banana leaves, sweets, prayers—and enough food to make you wonder whether we came to pray or attend a royal banquet. 😄

    One tradition very close to my heart is Varalakshmi Vratam, which I celebrate with my family.

    There is something beautiful about getting ready for it. I wear a traditional pattu saree, decorate with flowers, prepare for the pooja, and slowly the house begins to feel different. More festive. More alive. More… Indian.

    But my favourite part of this tradition comes with a little story.

    The first time I performed Varalakshmi Vratam after my marriage, my mother-in-law lovingly prepared 11 different kinds of naivedyam for Lakshmi Maa.

    She was so happy doing it, and I simply assumed, Okay, this is how it is done.

    The following year, however, my mother-in-law was visiting the US and spending some time there.

    And suddenly, I had an extremely important question.

    “How many naivedyams am I supposed to make—9 or 11?”

    So, naturally, I called my mother.

    Her response?

    “That is between you and your in-laws. Don’t involve me.” 😂

    Thank you, Mumma. Very helpful.

    It was nighttime in the US, so I couldn’t call my mother-in-law either.

    And there I was—standing in the kitchen, facing a serious spiritual dilemma.

    Nine?

    Eleven?

    Apparently, divine blessings come with a little bit of mathematical uncertainty too. 😁

    Finally, I decided to play safe.

    I made 11.

    Later, I discovered that the first year had 11 because it was my first Varalakshmi Vratam, and the following years were supposed to have 9.

    Oops.

    But by then, it was too late.

    The mistake had already become a tradition.

    And now?

    I still make 11.

    At this point, I have decided that if Lakshmi Maa has been happily accepting 11 all these years, I am not going to be the one questioning the arrangement. 😂

    And then comes my favourite part—the feast.

    Every year, after the pooja, we serve the meal traditionally on a banana leaf.

    And this is where the entire family suddenly develops extraordinary patience.

    Everyone waits.

    Quietly.

    Politely.

    Respectfully.

    Until the bhog is offered.

    And the moment the food is blessed, the transformation is remarkable.

    The same people who were patiently waiting a few minutes ago suddenly become extremely efficient.

    One by one, things begin disappearing from the banana leaf.

    A little rice vanishes.

    Then the curry.

    Then the sweet.

    Then something else that I was quite sure I had just served.

    And before I know it, the beautifully arranged feast has become a very convincing piece of evidence that good food should never be left unattended. 😄

    But beyond the sarees, flowers, mehendi, pooja and food, what I truly love about this tradition is the togetherness.

    It brings everyone into the same space.

    We dress up.

    We pray.

    We laugh.

    We eat together.

    We wait for the bhog.

    We tell old stories.

    And somehow, in the middle of all these rituals, ordinary moments become memories.

    Perhaps that is what I love most about Indian traditions.

    They are not merely rituals passed down through generations.
    They are little threads that quietly connect one generation to another—
    from a mother teaching her daughter,
    a mother-in-law welcoming a new daughter into an old tradition,
    to children growing up watching these rituals and someday carrying a few of them forward in their own way.

    Somewhere along the way, a saree, a flower, a prayer, a recipe, or a meal served on a banana leaf becomes more than a tradition.
    It becomes a memory.
    And then, without us even realising it, the memory becomes part of who we are.

    And perhaps that is why I still make eleven.
    Not because I forgot the correct number…
    but because, after all these years, those eleven offerings have become a little piece of my own story. ❤️

    Traditions are not just rituals; they are memories wrapped in love, passed from one generation to another. 🦋🌸
    I would love to hear your story too…
    What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you deeply love?

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    READ MORE : A Tradition Woven With Love: Our Tirupati Story

  • अनकहे एहसास 🌙✨

    अनकहे एहसास 🌙✨

    मैं साँझ लिखूँ, तुम उसे एक एहसास समझ लेना,
    मेरी खामोशी को भी दिल की आवाज़ समझ लेना।
    हर बात लफ़्ज़ों से कहना ज़रूरी तो नहीं होता,
    मेरी आँखों में छुपी हर बात को अंदाज़ समझ लेना।

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    जो दूर रहकर भी दिल के करीब रहते हैं,
    उन रिश्तों को तुम एक खूबसूरत राज़ समझ लेना।
    कभी मौसम बदलें, कभी रास्ते बदल जाएँ,
    पर जो दिल में बसे रहें, उन्हें अपना आज समझ लेना।

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    मैं चाँद लिखूँ, तुम उसे कोई अधूरी कहानी समझ लेना,
    मेरी हर दुआ में छुपी तुम्हारी निशानी समझ लेना।
    वक़्त की धूल से कुछ यादें धुंधली हो जाएँ अगर,
    दिल में बची मुस्कान को मेरी सौगात समझ लेना।

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    Unspoken Feelings 🌙✨

    I write of twilight, you understand it as a feeling,
    I write of my silence, you hear the voice of my heart.
    Not every emotion needs to be expressed in words,
    Understand the stories hidden in my eyes through their quiet expressions.

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    Those who remain close to the heart even from afar,
    Let those bonds be cherished as a beautiful secret.
    Seasons may change, and paths may turn different,
    But those who live in the heart remain a part of our today.

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    I write of the moon, you see it as an unfinished story,
    I write of my prayers, you find your presence hidden within them.
    If time ever covers some memories with dust,
    Hold on to the smile left behind as my precious gift. ❤️

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    Until the next whisper,

    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

    I Wouldn’t Relive a Single Day From My Past… And Here’s Why

    If I ever got a magical time machine, I think I would politely return the ticket. 😄

    Not because my past wasn’t beautiful…
    It was.

    There are days I still visit in my memories — the laughter, the people, the little moments, the innocent happiness, the silly conversations that felt so ordinary back then but feel priceless today.

    But would I go back and live them again?

    No.

    Because some moments are like a perfect handwritten letter. Their beauty lies in the fact that they happened once. Open the same letter again and again, and the words may remain the same… but the feeling of receiving it for the first time can never return.

    And honestly, imagine going back and disturbing the timeline! 😄
    Who knows… maybe my younger self would look at me and say, “Excuse me, who are you and why do you know so much about my future?” 😂

    The past gave me memories, lessons, scars, smiles, and a version of myself that helped me become who I am today.

    The beautiful days should remain beautiful.
    The painful days should remain lessons.
    The people, the emotions, the laughter, the tears — everything belongs exactly where it happened.

    I don’t want to relive my past.

    I want to thank it.

    Because some chapters are so perfect that they don’t need a rewrite… they only need a place in our hearts. ❤️

    And maybe that is the magic of memories — they allow us to visit yesterday without ever having to leave today. ✨

    Those moments are not waiting for me in the past… they are living quietly within me.
    In my thoughts, my choices, my kindness, and the way I see the world today.
    Maybe that is the most beautiful way memories stay alive — by becoming a part of us.

    What do you think? Are some memories more beautiful when we simply hold them close to our hearts, instead of trying to experience them again?

    I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. ✨

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    Until the Next Whisper, đŸ§żđŸ’•
    —Rajeshwari

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    READ MORE : Childhood Memories I Had Forgotten

  • Loneliness in a Busy Life: My Calendar Is Full, But…

    Loneliness in a Busy Life: My Calendar Is Full, But…

    My Calendar Is Full, But…

    Loneliness in a busy life is a strange thing.
    My calendar is full.

    Not just full… it looks like it has a personal grudge against me. 😂

    Meetings, responsibilities, errands, messages, reminders, appointments, and those endless “small things” that somehow take half the day.

    My phone keeps reminding me:
    “Don’t forget this.”
    “Don’t miss that.”
    “Your storage is almost full.”

    Funny, isn’t it?

    Even my phone knows I am overloaded… but my heart doesn’t have a notification saying, “Hey, you need a little attention too.”

    We live in a world where being busy has almost become a personality trait.

    “How are you?”

    “Busy.”

    And somehow, that one word has replaced every emotion — happy, tired, confused, overwhelmed, lonely… everything.

    We proudly announce our packed schedules as if an empty calendar means an empty life.

    But sometimes I wonder…

    What if the busiest people are also the ones secretly waiting for someone to ask:

    “Not your work. Not your responsibilities. How are you really?”

    The strange thing about loneliness in a busy life is this:

    We have hundreds of contacts saved in our phones…

    but sometimes finding one person to say,
    “I had a difficult day,”

    feels like searching for a missing treasure map. 🗺️

    We attend gatherings, reply to messages, like posts, share jokes…

    yet there are moments when we feel alone in a room full of people.

    Because loneliness is not always about having nobody around.

    Sometimes loneliness is having nobody with whom you can remove your invisible mask.

    And maybe the answer is not always finding more people.

    Maybe sometimes it is slowing down enough to hear our own thoughts.

    To enjoy a quiet cup of coffee.

    To listen to an old song.

    To take a walk without checking notifications every two minutes.

    To sit with ourselves without feeling the need to “achieve” something.

    Because perhaps the person we have been ignoring the most…

    is the one who has been waiting patiently for our time all along.

    Ourselves. 🦋🤍

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    Until the Next Whisper, đŸ§żđŸ’•
    —Rajeshwari

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  • The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    The Movie That Made Me Cry Wasn’t a Movie After All 😂

    What’s the last movie that made you cry?

    The last movie that made me cry? Hmm… I wish I had a dramatic movie name to share here. 😂 But the truth is, I rarely give movies enough time to reach that emotional moment.

    My Complicated Relationship With Movies 😂

    My relationship with movies is a little complicated. I start a movie with full excitement, popcorn in hand (okay, sometimes only imaginary popcorn 😄), and after 5–10 minutes my attention politely walks out of the room. Sometimes I feel even my TV knows me well enough to switch off itself.

    My Real Netflix Is WordPress and Jetpack

    I’m not really a movie marathon person. These days, my real “Netflix” is WordPress and Jetpack. 😄 I spend my time reading people’s blogs, discovering their stories, knowing about their journeys, and getting lost in the beautiful world of words.

    Honestly, there is something magical about reading a stranger’s thoughts and slowly knowing the person behind those words. Every blog feels like opening a small window into someone’s world.

    Pinterest, Illustrations, and Endless Inspiration

    And when I’m not reading blogs, you’ll probably find me wandering around Pinterest — collecting art inspirations, creating imaginary mood boards, saving beautiful illustrations, and convincing myself that “one more idea” won’t hurt. (Spoiler: it always does. My saved folder strongly disagrees. 😂)

    When My Own Creations Make Me Emotional

    Sometimes my own illustrations make me emotional. Not because they are that extraordinary (okay, let me pretend for a second 😜), but because there is a strange joy in looking at something and thinking, “Wow… this came from my imagination and my hands.” 😂

    Maybe it’s the creator in me, but seeing a blank page turn into something meaningful feels like a tiny miracle every time.

    So, the last movie that made me cry? I honestly don’t remember. But a heartfelt blog, a beautiful illustration, an old song, or a simple story from someone’s life can still stop me for a moment.

    The Real-Life Comedy Drama That Made Me Cry 😋

    And finally, when all these things are not enough to keep me entertained, I have one more source of unlimited drama… my husband. 😋

    I go to him with random thoughts, unnecessary discussions, and my never-ending list of things to share. I keep disturbing him so professionally that sometimes he runs out of patience and I get a well-deserved scolding. 😂

    And guess what? That is when I actually cry. 😭😄

    So technically, the last “movie” that made me cry wasn’t a movie at all. It was a live-action comedy-drama starring me and my husband — no tickets required, daily episodes available, and the main character (me) still hasn’t learned her lesson. 😂

    Maybe I’m not a movie person… maybe I’m a little more of a story-hunter, idea-collector, creator, and occasionally a professional husband-annoyer. ✨🦋😂

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    Until the Next Whisper 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

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  • Women and the Invisible Walls Built Around Their Dreams

    Women and the Invisible Walls Built Around Their Dreams

    If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?

    The Invisible Walls Built Around Women’s Dreams

    If I could erase one event from history, I would erase the moment when society first began limiting women and their dreams…

    I would not erase a war.

    Not a battle.
    Not a revolution.
    Not a name carved in gold on the pages of history.

    I would erase a moment that looked so small,
    so ordinary,
    that nobody thought it was worth remembering…

    Yet it changed the lives of millions.

    The moment someone looked at a little girl holding a dream in her heart and said—

    “You are a girl. This is not for you.”

    Just a few words.

    But some words are not just words…

    They become walls.

    Invisible walls.

    Walls built with fear.
    Walls built with expectations.
    Walls built with a question asked before every dream:

    “Can she really do it?”

    The Silent Rules Written for Women

    For generations, women have heard those walls speak:

    “Girls don’t do this.”
    “This is too difficult for you.”
    “It’s not safe.”
    “Why do you want to go so far?”

    And the irony?

    The same world that tells women,
    “The sky has no limits,”

    often tries to decide how high they are allowed to fly.

    We teach women how to be careful,
    but forget to teach the world how to be responsible.

    We tell them to be brave,
    but then create a world where their bravery is constantly tested.

    And when someone says,

    “It’s not safe for women,”

    a question remains unanswered…

    Why are we asking women to make their dreams smaller instead of making the world safer?

    Why should a woman’s freedom be limited because society refuses to remove the obstacles in her path?

    Women Were Never the Limitation

    Maybe history’s biggest mistake was never that women lacked talent, courage, or dreams.

    The mistake was believing that women needed permission to prove their worth.

    Because every woman who dared to create, discover, lead, explore, and rise was not fighting her own weakness…

    She was fighting a belief that was handed to her before she even learned to speak.

    A belief that said:

    “Your dreams need approval.”

    But dreams were never meant to ask for permission.

    If I could erase one moment from history,
    I would erase the day the world confused being a woman with being less capable.

    Because a woman was never the limitation.

    She was never the problem.

    She was never the wall.

    The wall was built by a mindset that refused to see her possibilities.

    And maybe the greatest change in history will come when we stop asking:

    “Can women do it?”

    And finally start asking:

    “Why did we ever doubt that they could?” ✨

    What do you think?

    If you could erase one moment from history, would you erase a war, a tragedy, or perhaps a quiet moment that changed the way generations thought?

    I would love to know your perspective. 🦋✨

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    Until the Next Whisper, đŸŚ‹đŸ’•
    —Rajeshwari

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  • Women After 40: The Secret Garden Women Discover | Nihshabd

    Women After 40: The Secret Garden Women Discover | Nihshabd

    The Beautiful Secret Women Discover After 40

    Have you noticed something strange about women after 40?

    They start becoming suspiciously happy. 😄

    Not the loud, “Look at me, I have finally figured out life” kind of happiness.

    Something softer.

    A smile while holding a warm cup of coffee.
    A little excitement after buying flowers for no special reason.
    A sudden love for old songs that bring back memories hidden somewhere between yesterday and today.

    And you quietly wonder…

    “What happened to her?”

    Did she find some secret treasure?

    Did someone finally hand her a magical instruction manual called â€œHow to stop overthinking everything”? đŸ˜„

    Or did she discover something much more precious?

    Herself.

    Because that is the beautiful secret many women after 40 slowly discover — happiness was never missing. It was simply waiting for her to notice it.

    The Beautiful Shift Women After 40 Experience

    For many years, a woman’s life is beautifully crowded.

    She is the daughter who remembers family stories.

    The partner who supports dreams.

    The mother who knows exactly where everything is kept — including things that disappeared only five minutes ago. 😄

    Honestly, a woman’s memory deserves a special award.

    She may forget why she entered a room…

    but she will remember that someone mentioned six months ago that they liked a particular snack.

    That is not memory.

    That is a premium subscription to the family’s internal database. 😄

    But somewhere between caring for everyone, solving problems, and keeping life moving smoothly, she sometimes places herself on a “later” list.

    Later, I will rest.

    Later, I will do something I love.

    Later, I will spend time with myself.

    And then comes a beautiful little shift.

    One day she asks:

    “Why is my happiness always waiting for later?”

    That is the moment something changes.

    She starts understanding that taking care of herself is not selfish.

    It is necessary.

    She does not need a special occasion to wear her favourite outfit.

    She does not need permission to sit quietly with her thoughts.

    She does not need a reason to enjoy a peaceful morning.

    After years of being everyone’s safe place, she finally creates a safe place within herself.

    The Little Joys Women After 40 Finally Discover

    Women after 40 begin to notice magic in ordinary things.

    A quiet cup of tea is no longer just tea.

    It is a tiny pause button in a busy world.

    A walk alone is not loneliness.

    It is a conversation with herself.

    An old song is not just music.

    It is a letter from the younger version of her saying:

    “Look, I am still here.” ❤️

    And the funniest part?

    The world thinks she has changed.

    But actually, she has just stopped carrying unnecessary noise.

    The woman who once worried about every opinion now looks at unnecessary drama and thinks:

    “Very interesting… but I have tea waiting.” 😄

    She still loves deeply.

    She still cares.

    She still remembers everyone’s needs.

    But now, somewhere in that long list of people she takes care of…

    her own name finally appears.

    Maybe that is the real magic of women after 40.

    They do not lose their sparkle.

    They stop hiding it.

    They become like a garden that was quietly blooming all along — with butterflies, little fireflies, forgotten dreams, and colours waiting to be noticed.

    And one day, she sits in that garden and realizes:

    She was never lost.

    She was simply busy helping everyone else find their way.

    Now, she has finally found hers.

    And here comes a curious question…When Did the Butterfly Finally Open Its Wings? đŸŚ‹

    Do men also experience this beautiful transformation after 40?

    Maybe they do.

    Maybe their happiness simply has a different address. 😄

    Maybe it is finding the perfect chair for their favourite corner.

    Maybe it is spending hours happily fixing something that was working perfectly fine.

    Maybe it is talking about their favourite hobby with the excitement of a scientist presenting a groundbreaking discovery.

    Who knows?

    Perhaps after 40, everyone discovers their own little garden.

    Because growing older is not about becoming someone new.

    It is about finally meeting the person who was quietly waiting inside us all along.

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🦋💕
    —Rajeshwari

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  • Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you deal with uncertainty?
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    How Do I Deal With Uncertainty? I Don’t. We Just Coexist.

    Uncertainty is that one guest who never announces her arrival.

    She simply walks in, makes herself comfortable on your sofa and asks, “So, what are we worrying about today?”

    And unfortunately, I am very hospitable.

    I let her stay.

    Sometimes, I even serve her tea.

    Because if there is one thing I have learned about life, it is this:

    You can make all the plans you want. Life will still reserve the right to say, “Nice plan. Let’s do something completely different.”

    My Overactive Brain

    I don’t deal with uncertainty particularly well.

    I overthink it professionally.

    Give me one uncertain situation and my brain will produce fifteen possible outcomes before I have even finished my morning coffee.

    “What if this happens?”

    “What if that doesn’t happen?”

    “What if I make the wrong decision?”

    “What if I make the right decision and something still goes wrong?”

    And my personal favourite:

    “What if something happens that I haven’t even thought of yet?”

    At that point, even my brain needs a holiday.

    Then comes the planning.

    Plan A.

    Plan B.

    Plan C.

    And, because apparently I enjoy suffering, a backup plan for Plan C.

    I sometimes wish life came with a user manual.

    Chapter 1: What Is Happening?

    Chapter 2: Why Is It Happening?

    Chapter 3: Relax. You Are Going To Be Fine.

    Sadly, life prefers suspense.

    No spoilers.

    No previews.

    Just coming soon.

    Uncertainty: I’d Like Some Answers, Please

    The funny thing is, I have worried about so many things that never happened.

    And I have faced things I never saw coming.

    Some were difficult.

    Some were painful.

    Some completely rearranged my plans.

    And yet, somehow, I figured them out.

    Not always gracefully.

    Sometimes I cried.

    Sometimes I complained.

    Sometimes I ate something I didn’t need and called it emotional support.

    But I got through them.

    And that has changed how I look at uncertainty.

    I still like knowing what is going to happen.

    Of course I do.

    I would happily accept a five-year forecast from the universe, preferably with dates, footnotes and a convenient FAQ section.

    But I’m slowly learning that uncertainty is not always a warning.

    Sometimes it is simply an unopened door.

    And maybe I don’t need to know what is behind it before I take the next step.

    So, How Do I Deal With Uncertainty?

    I make my plans.

    I do what I can.

    I worry a little.

    Okay… sometimes more than a little.

    Then I remind myself that I have survived every unexpected chapter so far.

    Every “What now?”

    Every “I didn’t see this coming.”

    Every “This was definitely not part of the plan.”

    And maybe that is what growing older teaches us.

    Not that we finally know everything.

    But that we trust ourselves a little more when we don’t.

    So, I don’t really have a perfect formula for dealing with uncertainty.

    I just take the next step.

    And then the next.

    And when tomorrow refuses to reveal its plans?

    Fine.

    Let it keep its secrets.

    Because tomorrow doesn’t know what I’m bringing either. 😉

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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