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  • Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Apparently, I Never Became an Adult

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Honestly?

    I am still waiting for that moment.

    I have looked around. I have checked my age. I have done all the things supposedly responsible adults do.

    And yet, somehow, nobody around me seems to have received the memo that I am an adult.

    My mother still gives me advice.

    My brother still gives me advice.

    My husband gives me advice.

    My in-laws give me advice.

    And now, to add insult to adulthood, my children give me advice too.

    They have clearly watched everyone else doing it and thought, “Why should we miss out on this family tradition?”

    Sometimes I genuinely feel my children think I am younger than them.

    The way they advise me, explain things to me, remind me of things, and occasionally look at me as if I am the one who needs supervision… I have started wondering if I am actually the youngest member of this family.

    At this point, I am beginning to suspect that adulthood is a scam.

    The funniest part?

    Nobody even wants my advice.

    I can give it, of course. I am fully qualified. I have experience. I have wisdom. I have made mistakes. I have learned lessons.

    But apparently, my family has unanimously decided that my advice is an optional feature nobody needs to activate.

    Meanwhile, their advice arrives freely.

    Without invitation.

    Without subscription.

    And sometimes before I have even finished explaining the problem.

    “Be careful.”

    “Think about it.”

    “Don’t do that.”

    “Why don’t you…”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Take this.”

    “Have you eaten?”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

    Excuse me?

    I am an adult!

    At least, technically.

    But then I have to admit something.

    I am actually very lucky.

    Because behind every piece of unwanted advice is someone who cares enough to worry about me.

    Behind every “Don’t do that” is someone who doesn’t want me to get hurt.

    Behind every “Take care” is someone quietly keeping an eye on my happiness.

    And the most embarrassing part?

    I often get things before I even ask for them.

    Sometimes before I even realise I need them.

    So perhaps this isn’t about them not accepting that I have grown up.

    Perhaps they simply haven’t stopped loving me like the girl they have always wanted to protect.

    And maybe they don’t really want me to become completely independent of their love.

    Which brings me to my very important conclusion:

    I have decided not to become an adult.

    Why should I?

    I have people who carry my worries, listen to my nonsense, tolerate my tantrums, give me unsolicited advice, and somehow still love me after all of it.

    My adulthood can wait.

    My teenage privileges are clearly still active.

    And frankly, I am enjoying the benefits.

    So, if you ask me when I realised I was officially an adult…

    I didn’t.

    And I don’t think I ever will.

    Because apparently, the people who love me most are doing an excellent job of making sure I never have to.

    And you know what?

    I am perfectly okay with that.

    P.S.

    This is based on a real-life situation.

    And yes, I am still being pampered.

    At this point, adulthood has knocked on my door several times.

    My family simply refuses to let me answer it. 😄

    So, when did you realise you were officially an adult? 😄

    Was it a serious life decision, paying your first bill, giving advice nobody asked for… or are you, like me, still waiting for adulthood to arrive? 😂

    Tell me your moment! 🤍

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    READ MORE : A Mother’s Kind of Weather❤️ 

  • वो ख़्वाब, जिसमें हम आज़ाद हैं | Independence Day Poem 🇮🇳

    वो ख़्वाब, जिसमें हम आज़ाद हैं | Independence Day Poem 🇮🇳

    पंद्रह अगस्त 🇮🇳

    आज सुबह
    तिरंगा देखा तो जाने क्यों
    दिल ने ज़रा धीरे से धड़कना शुरू किया…

    शायद उसे याद था—
    ये रंग यूँ ही नहीं मिले हमें।

    केसरिया में
    किसी का साहस है,
    सफ़ेद में
    किसी का सपना,
    हरे में
    इस मिट्टी की हँसती हुई उम्मीद।

    और बीच में घूमता अशोक चक्र—
    जैसे कह रहा हो,
    चलते रहो…
ये देश अभी और खूबसूरत होना है।

    आज कोई उदासी नहीं,
    आज आँखें नम हों तो भी
    होंठ मुस्कुराएँगे।

    क्योंकि आज
    हम सिर्फ़ आज़ादी का दिन नहीं मना रहे—
    आज हम उस ख़्वाब में जी रहे हैं
जो कभी किसी ने
हमारे लिए देखा था।

    तिरंगा लहरता रहे…
    हम यूँ ही मुस्कुराते रहें…
    और भारत—
    हमारे भीतर
    यूँ ही धड़कता रहे। ❤️🇮🇳

    जय हिन्द।

    The Dream We Live Free In 🇮🇳

    This morning,
    I saw the tricolour
    and somehow,
    my heart began to beat a little softer…

    Perhaps it remembered—
    these colours
    were never given to us freely.

    Saffron carries
    someone’s courage,
    white carries
    someone’s dream,
    and green carries
    the laughter and hope
    of this beloved soil.

    And the Ashoka Chakra turns in between,
    as if whispering—

    Keep moving…
there is still so much beauty
for this country to become.

    Today,
    even if our eyes fill with tears,
    our lips will smile.

    Because today
    we are not merely celebrating freedom—
    we are living inside a dream
someone once dared to dream
for us.

    Let the tricolour keep rising,
    let us keep smiling,
    and may India—
    always, always
    keep beating within us. ❤️🇮🇳

    Jai Hind.

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    Until the next whisper, 🤍
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

  • The Best Restaurant I’ve Ever Been To Has No Address ❤️

    The Best Restaurant I’ve Ever Been To Has No Address ❤️

    Which is the best restaurant in your city?

    There is one restaurant I can never give you the address of.

    It has no Google rating, no fancy entrance, no reservation system and definitely no waiting list.

    Yet, if someone asks me about the best restaurant I have ever been to, this one would probably win.

    The restaurant is called Home.

    The menu changes every day, depending on who is cooking, what is available in the kitchen and, occasionally, how much patience the cook has left. 😄

    There are no Michelin stars here. But there are perfectly imperfect rotis, food served straight from the kitchen, someone shouting, “Aur lo na,” even when you are already full, and that one person who will quietly put your favourite thing on your plate without asking.

    The ambience?

    Sometimes noisy. Sometimes chaotic. Sometimes someone is watching television while everyone else is talking.

    The service?

    Questionable.

    The bill?

    Surprisingly generous.

    And the best part is that nobody asks you to leave after you finish eating.

    You can sit there for hours.

    Talk about life.

    Complain about people.

    Discuss old memories.

    Laugh at absolutely nothing.

    Or simply sit quietly.

    Perhaps that is why I have stopped believing that the best restaurants are necessarily the ones with beautiful interiors, elaborate menus and expensive plates.

    Sometimes the best meal is the one where the food carries a little bit of someone’s love.

    And sometimes, the best restaurant isn’t a place at all.

    It is a feeling you keep returning to.

    So, if you ask me which is the best restaurant in my city, I have an answer.

    But I won’t tell you where it is.

    You might already have one of your own.

    Now it’s your turn… ❤️

    If someone asked you, “Which is the best restaurant in your city?” — what would you say?

    Not just the place with the best food, but the one that holds a little memory, a favourite dish, or a feeling you keep going back for.

    Tell me… which restaurant in your city has your heart? 🍽️✨

    Until the next whisper, 🤍
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    READ MORE : I Don’t Have a Favorite Restaurant… But This One Wins Every Time!

  • If I Had a Time Machine, I’d Tell My Younger Self This

    If I Had a Time Machine, I’d Tell My Younger Self This

    If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?

    If I had a time machine, I know exactly where I’d go.

    Straight back to my younger self.

    I’d find her, sit beside her for a while and say—

    “Listen… you’re doing pretty damn well. So please don’t change too much. Stay exactly the way you are—curious, kind, slightly dramatic, a little stubborn, and wonderfully imperfect. You’ll figure things out along the way.”

    I’d probably have to stop myself from giving her too many spoilers.
    Because knowing me, I’d end up saying, “Oh, and definitely don’t do that…” 😄

    But no.

    I wouldn’t change her story.

    I’d let her make the mistakes, take the wrong turns, laugh too loudly, care too much, start over, surprise herself and grow into whoever she is meant to become.

    And just before jumping back into my time machine, I’d turn around and say—

    “Keep going. You’re doing better than you think. And one day, the woman you become will look back at you and say… I am proud of you.” 🦋❤️

    Now, if WordPress gives me a prompt tomorrow asking me to meet my future self for coffee, I’m officially charging for time-travel services. 😂

    What Would You Tell Your Younger Self If You Had a Time Machine?

    If you could step into a time machine and meet your younger self for just five minutes, what would you tell your younger self?

    Would you give them advice, a warning, a hug, or simply say, “You’re doing just fine. Keep going.”?

    Tell me in the comments. I’d genuinely love to know what your younger self needs to hear from you today. ❤️

    Because sometimes, the person we most need to be proud of isn’t the person we’re becoming…

    It’s the person who got us here. 🦋✨

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    Until the next whispers…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    One little thought often leads to another… come, read on. 🤍

    Where Time Still Sits✨

    Dear Teenage Me

  • Authors I Would Love to Have Dinner With | Nihshabd

    Authors I Would Love to Have Dinner With | Nihshabd

    Which author would you love to have dinner with?

    If I Could Book One Dinner Table…

    “Which author would you love to have dinner with?”

    Arre… ek? 😳

    If I could choose the authors I would love to have dinner with, I honestly wouldn’t know where to begin.

    This question is clearly underestimating my literary appetite.

    My mind says, “Be sensible. Pick one.”
    My heart says, “Excuse me? Why are we choosing when we can invite everyone?” 🤭

    Chetan Bhagat, Gulzar sahab, Ruskin Bond, Manav Kaul… I had barely started making a shortlist when my heart quietly cancelled the shortlist.

    Because honestly, how do I choose between words that made me laugh, cry, think, remember, heal, or simply stare at the ceiling for ten minutes?

    So I have a better plan.

    I want a dinner with all the writers I have discovered through WordPress.

    Yes, all of them.

    And no, a normal dinner table won’t do.

    We may need a banquet hall.

    Actually… knowing writers, we may need a bigger venue. 😄

    Authors I Would Love to Have Dinner With

    I can already imagine the evening.

    Someone will recite a shayari that will make everyone suddenly very quiet.

    Someone will start singing an old Bollywood song, and within five minutes we will all be transported to another era.

    Someone will tell a quirky story and have the entire table laughing.

    Someone will read a soft little poem that quietly finds its way into our hearts.

    Someone will tell us a story from their life, and we’ll forget that we had actually come there to eat.

    Someone will take us back to another time with such vivid words that we’ll almost forget which century we’re sitting in.

    Someone will speak about faith and spirituality, and for a few peaceful minutes, even our overthinking minds might decide to take a break.

    And someone, I am sure, will say something so profound that I’ll spend the next three days thinking about it while doing absolutely unrelated household chores. 🤭

    That’s what I love about writers.

    They don’t just write stories.

    They leave little pieces of themselves in our hearts.

    Sometimes a sentence stays.

    Sometimes a character stays.

    Sometimes a poem appears in our mind at the most unexpected moment.

    And sometimes, without even knowing us, a writer says something we desperately needed to hear.

    And perhaps that’s why choosing the authors I would love to have dinner with feels almost impossible.

    So if I ever get the chance…

    I don’t want a fancy restaurant.

    I don’t need a celebrity chef.

    Give me a long table, good food, endless coffee, a little music, and a sky full of stars.

    I want to sit under that starry canopy with the writers whose words have left a mark on my heart.

    Let them talk.

    Let them laugh.

    Let them read.

    Let them sing.

    Let them tell us their stories.

    I’ll probably spend most of the evening listening, smiling, and wondering how incredibly lucky I am to be sitting among so many beautiful minds.

    And perhaps, somewhere between dessert and the last cup of coffee, I’ll quietly think—

    “These are the people who once lived only in words on my screen… and tonight, they are sitting right here.”

    So, which author would I love to have dinner with?

    I refuse to choose.

    My heart has already booked the whole mehfil.

    Now I just need to find a banquet hall big enough.

    And maybe a table with a little extra space for all the feelings. ❤️

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    P.S. I haven’t named a single one of you… but yes, I had every one of you in mind while writing this. 🤭 So if you recognise yourself somewhere between the shayari, stories, songs, poems, wisdom and all those little “someone will…” moments… just smile. I’ll pretend I didn’t see you. 😉🦋❤️

    May you always find a little magic between the words. ✨

    Until the next whispers…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

    READ MORE :  The Best Dreams Whisper

  • The Kindness of Strangers: When Strangers Become Friends

    The Kindness of Strangers: When Strangers Become Friends

    What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?

    The Kindness of Strangers

    There is something strangely beautiful about strangers.

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    In a crowded place, when you’re struggling to find your way, somehow a hand appears.
    While travelling, when your bag feels too heavy, someone quietly helps.
    When you stumble, someone you have never met reaches out before you even ask.

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    They don’t know your name.
    They don’t know your story.
    They don’t owe you anything.

    And yet, they help.

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    Sometimes, a stranger gives you a seat. Sometimes, they hold a door open. Sometimes, they simply notice that you are having a difficult moment and make it a little easier.

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    Perhaps that is why I have always felt that strangers are not really strangers. They are just people whose paths cross ours, sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes for only a few minutes.

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    And sometimes, those few minutes become years.

    I have met so many people who were complete strangers when our paths first crossed. A chance meeting, an unexpected conversation, a simple introduction and somehow, without us even realising it, a beautiful friendship began.

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    Some of those strangers became very good friends.

    And some are still my best friends today.

    Isn’t that beautiful?

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    People who once knew nothing about us slowly become the ones who know our stories, our silences, our silly jokes and our little quirks. They become the people we call when we have something exciting to share, or when life feels a little too much.

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    And then there are those who once claimed to be our people.

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    That is where the real hurt lives.

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    Not in the stranger who walked away without knowing you, but in the person who knew you, promised to stay, and still chose to let you down.

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    And then there are the strangers who were once familiar.

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    People who once knew our stories, our silences, our little habits… and somehow, with time, became strangers again.

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    Perhaps that is the hardest kind of stranger—the one whose name you still remember, but whose place in your life no longer feels the same.

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    Yet, life has its own strange way of balancing things.

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    A stranger may appear for just a few minutes and leave behind a kindness you remember for years. Another may enter your life unexpectedly and stay long enough to become a friend for life.

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    And someone you once called your own may slowly become a stranger, leaving behind a lesson you never asked for.

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    Maybe that’s okay.

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    Not everyone who enters our lives is meant to stay. Some come to help us, some to teach us, some become friends, and some simply pass by at the right moment with an outstretched hand.

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    And to every stranger who has ever helped me without knowing my name—thank you.

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    You may have forgotten that moment.

    I haven’t. 🤍🦋✨

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Read More :

    The Heart of Real Friendship ✨

    The Friendship Terms & Conditions I Forgot to Read

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    A Little Gift from Me to You 🦋✨

    Sometimes, we all need a little pause.

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    GET YOUR FREE COPY OF SMALL REFLECTIONS❤️

    Take a cup of tea. Find a quiet corner. And give yourself a few minutes. ❤️

  • What Would Your Future Self Say? A Message From the Future

    What Would Your Future Self Say? A Message From the Future

    If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

    If My Future Self Could Send Me One Sentence…

    If my future self could send me just one sentence, I think I know what I’d want to hear.

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    I imagine a little butterfly arriving from somewhere in the future, fluttering around me, landing gently on my hand and whispering:

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    “You’re doing good. Don’t give up now.” 🦋

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    I’d probably smile and ask, “Really? Even with all the mess I’m currently making?” 😄

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    And maybe she’d just flutter her wings as if to say, “You’ll see.”

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    Perhaps that is the message we all need sometimes.

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    Keep doing your best without worrying too much about tomorrow. Work hard, keep moving, and don’t give up just because the results are taking their sweet time.

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    As Krishna says in the Bhagavad Gita:

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    “कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन।”

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    You have a right to your actions, but not to the fruits of your actions.

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    Do the work. Give it your best. Let tomorrow take care of itself.

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    And when the doubts get too loud, imagine that little butterfly again.

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    Maybe it knows something we don’t.

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    Maybe it has already seen the ending.

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    And just when we’re about to ask, “Okay, but tell me what happens next…”

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    it flies away.

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    Of course.

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    Future self: excellent at encouragement, absolutely terrible at giving spoilers. 😂🦋

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    What Would You Hope to Hear?

    And now I’m curious…

    If your future self could send you one sentence today, what would you hope it would say?

    Would it be “You made it”, “Keep going”, “Everything worked out”—or something completely different?

    Tell me. If that little butterfly from your future landed on your hand today, what message would you want it to bring? 🦋

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    If you’re in the mood for a little more reflection, you might enjoy these little pieces from Nihshabd too. 🦋✨

    You may also like:

    → Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures
    → The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍
    → My Mother — The Soft Strength Behind My Life ❤️

    → Who Inspires Me? | Finding Inspiration in Everyday People

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    A Little Gift for You 🦋

    If these little reflections stayed with you, I’ve put together 6 Small Reflections, a Future Self Questionnaire, and a printable bookmark for you to keep, print, or revisit whenever you need a little pause.

    DOWNLOAD YOUR FREE SMALL REFLECTIONS

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    Small Reflections — A Message From Your Future Self.pdfDownload

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    And because every little reflection deserves a place to stay… there’s a bookmark for that too. 🦋📖

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    Nihshabd — Future Self Bookmark.pdfDownload

    Keep them, print them, write on them—or simply tuck them away for a day when you need a little pause. ❤️

  • Local Food While Travelling in India: The Best Food Memories

    Local Food While Travelling in India: The Best Food Memories

    What’s the best local dish you’ve ever eaten while traveling?

    What’s the best local dish you’ve ever eaten while traveling?

    Local food while travelling is one of my favourite parts of any trip. And this is such a difficult question for an Indian. 😄

    Because honestly, the list is way too long. If I start writing about everything delicious I’ve eaten while travelling, one blog post definitely won’t be enough. I might have to start a separate food blog! 😂

    We don’t just travel to see places.
    We travel with one eye on the view and the other on “Yahan kya famous hai?” (What’s famous here?) 😂

    Local Food While Travelling in India

    I’ve had those huge, buttery aloo parathas in Murthal, with pickle on the side and a steaming cup of chai. If you ever go there, pakke se try karna! (You absolutely must try them!) You may plan to eat just one. Good luck with that. 😄

    Then there’s Lonavala in the rain.

    The wet roads, the clouds passing almost at eye level, the thick mist, the little waterfalls appearing all along the way, the beautiful ghats…

    Lonavala in the rain. 🌧️

    And then, after all that, reaching Lonavala and having a hot bhutta (roasted corn).

    Honestly, the bhutta probably tasted better because of everything that came before it. ❤️

    Clouds, mist and monsoon magic. ☁️

    If you ever plan a trip to Lonavala, go during the rains. That whole journey is an experience in itself.

    And then there were the chole bhature near the Golden Temple in Amritsar—because apparently visiting a holy place and then immediately looking for good food can peacefully coexist. 😂

    A little memory from Attari. 🇮🇳

    But if I absolutely had to choose one…

    I would probably pick that samosa I ate in Varanasi.

    Nothing fancy. No beautiful restaurant. No elaborate presentation.

    Just a simple, hot, perfectly crisp samosa.

    Kashi Vishwanath Temple, Varanasi. 🙏

    But that first bite did something unexpected.

    It reminded me of my hometown.

    Of the samosas I had been eating since childhood. The kind of food you grow up with, without ever realising that one day, a simple bite of it might bring back so many memories.

    Maybe that’s why it tasted so special.

    It wasn’t just a samosa.

    For a moment, it felt like home. ❤️

    And maybe that’s the magic of food.

    You can travel miles away from home, discover new places, try unfamiliar flavours—and then, suddenly, one familiar taste can take you right back to where you started.

    We remember the places we visited, the photographs we took and the things we saw.

    But sometimes, it’s a smell, a flavour or that first bite that stays with us the longest.

    Maybe that’s what I love about travelling.

    You go looking for beautiful places, monuments and new experiences…

    and sometimes, years later, what you remember most clearly is that one thing you ate somewhere. ❤️

    And yes, I do have a picture of one of our thali meals in Varanasi. 😄

    One of our meals in Varanasi. 😋

    But honestly, I’m usually so busy eating that I completely forget to take pictures of the food. 😂

    Maybe that’s why my travel gallery has plenty of roads, rain, clouds, temples and places…

    and surprisingly few pictures of the food that I remember so well!

    Now tell me—what’s the best local dish you’ve ever eaten while travelling?

    Or better yet, what’s that one dish you’d happily travel all over again just to eat? 😄❤️

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    If you enjoy little stories about travel, food and the memories we bring back home, you might also like this one:

    This Is Not Hunger. This Is a Samosa Situation.

    A Tradition Woven With Love: Our Tirupati Story

    Coffee Is Not My Favorite Drink. It’s My Quiet Beginning.

    I Don’t Have a Favorite Restaurant… But This One Wins Every Time!

    It Was Never About the Place

    🦋 A Little Something to Keep

    Some food memories deserve a little more than a place in our camera roll.

    I made a little printable quote from today’s story for you. 🦋


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  • Things Children Shouldn’t Have to Learn Alone | Nihshabd

    Things Children Shouldn’t Have to Learn Alone | Nihshabd

    What’s a thing you wish schools actually taught?

    What’s Something You Wish Schools Actually Taught?

    I started thinking about this question and realised something.

    Maybe the things I wish schools taught children aren’t meant for schools alone.

    Because raising a child has never been a one-person job.

    A school can teach equality, respect and consent.

    But children also need to see these things being lived around them. Equality cannot be something we explain in a classroom and forget at home. Respect has to be visible. Consent has to be respected even when the answer is inconvenient.

    Schools can teach children about money—saving, budgeting, financial planning and becoming independent. But real life gives those lessons meaning.

    They can teach children about rejection, failure, jealousy, boundaries and friendships.

    But children also need adults who will listen when these things actually happen to them.

    And this is where I think we sometimes get it wrong.

    We tell children, “If you have a problem, ask for help.”

    But perhaps we should teach them something deeper:

    You don’t have to carry a problem alone.

    Talk to your parent.

    Talk to your teacher.

    Talk to a counsellor.

    Talk to a trusted adult.

    And don’t decide beforehand that they won’t understand.

    They may not understand everything immediately. You may not even know how to explain it properly.

    That’s okay.

    Understanding can take time. Speaking up is what gives it a chance to begin.

    If one person doesn’t understand, find another.

    Keep talking until you find the help you need.

    Especially when it comes to bullying.

    We can say “Zero tolerance for bullying” a hundred times, but the child being bullied may still be terrified of what happens after they speak.

    What if the bully finds out?

    What if things get worse?

    That fear needs to be understood too.

    The child needs to know:

    “You don’t have to face this alone. We’ll help you find a way through it.”

    And perhaps parents and teachers need to listen before they rush to solve.

    Sometimes the child doesn’t need a lecture.

    They need someone to sit beside them and say,

    “Okay. Tell me what happened.”

    Because we are very quick to blame.

    The school blames the child.

    The parent blames the school.

    The child blames someone else.

    Everyone looks for someone to hold responsible.

    Sometimes the real answer is much simpler:

    We all need to look at our part.

    And perhaps that’s what education should teach too.

    Not just how to become successful, but how to become responsible for ourselves and respectful towards others.

    How to respect yourself without disrespecting someone else.

    How to disagree without being cruel.

    How to say no and respect someone else’s no.

    How to make mistakes, accept them and try again.

    How to manage money.

    How to handle rejection.

    How to ask for help.

    And how to understand that one closed door is not the end of the journey.

    There will be stones on the road.

    There will be thorns.

    We cannot remove every one of them.

    But together, we can teach a child how to move a stone, how to ask for help when a thorn hurts, and how to look for another road when the first one doesn’t work.

    People say, “Life will teach you.”

    Of course it will.

    But preparation doesn’t make the road easy.

    It simply makes us less afraid when we reach the difficult parts.

    Takeaway

    Maybe the question isn’t “What should schools teach?”

    Maybe it is:

    “What are we teaching children together?”

    Because a child learns from the classroom, the home, the people around them—and from the way we live the very lessons we expect them to learn.

    We cannot prepare them for every road.
    But we can make sure they know how to walk one.

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    And now I’m curious… what’s one thing you wish someone had taught you before life had to?

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Dog Who Understands Me Without Words: Meet Kiwi 🐾♥️

    Dog Who Understands Me Without Words: Meet Kiwi 🐾♥️

    Share a photo of your pet and tell us one thing that makes them uniquely them.

    Meet Kiwi — the first member of Nihshabd. 🐾🤍 Kiwi is the dog who understands me without words. She came into my life at a time when I needed her the most. And ever since she arrived, somehow, everything good in our home has multiplied.


    More laughter.
    More masti.
    More cuddles.
    More love.

    The Dog Who Understands Me Without Words 🐾

    She has these beautiful little eyes that somehow say everything without saying a word. Kiwi truly is the dog who understands me without words, and maybe that’s why she became the first member of Nihshabd because she understands the language of silence better than anyone.

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    But Kiwi is totally different. 😂

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    Kiwi Has Her Own Way of Being Brave 😂

    For starters, she is the bravest dog I know… until she sees a community dog. 😅

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    The moment one appears during our walks, while other pet parents proudly walk past with their dogs barking and showing off their strength, my Kiwi immediately jumps into our lap.

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    “Ahhh… I’m safe now.” 😂

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    And the moment she feels safely tucked into our arms, her confidence magically returns.

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    Safe place secured. Power mode ON. 😅

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    When It Comes to Mum, Kiwi Has Rules ❤️

    She loves everyone dearly, but when it comes to my lap, there is an ongoing competition between Kiwi and my two sons. 😂

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    Then there is her very strict rule:

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    Nobody comes too close to Mum.

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    Not even my boys.

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    Kiwi Wants What the Kids Have 😂

    And I’ve learnt one very important thing about her:

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    Whatever belongs to my boys, belongs to Kiwi too.

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    They get dressed up? She wants to get dressed up.
    They get a new hairstyle? She wants her hairstyle done.
    They wear T-shirts? Put one on Kiwi and watch her happiness! 😂

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    She genuinely believes she is one of the kids—and honestly, we don’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. ❤️

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    She loves her ball, running around, her crazy zoomies and, of course, being pampered.

    My Four-Legged Emotional Support System 🐾

    But her most special superpower is knowing when my emotional data is running low.

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    She somehow senses it.

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    She comes over, climbs into my lap, cuddles up and gives me her little hug.

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    And just like that…

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    Mood restored. ❤️

    Some Souls Don’t Need Words 🤍

    Kiwi isn’t just our pet.

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    She is the jaan (life and soul) of our home, my little happiness package, my four-legged emotional support system and quite possibly the most pampered child in the family. 😂

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    Some souls don’t need words.

    They just look at you with those eyes, climb into your lap, and somehow say everything.

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    That’s Kiwi.
    Totally different. Totally ours.     🐾❤️

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Some Companionships Don’t Need Words

    Kiwi, My Little Magic…

    Nature Is Calm… But My Imagination Is Not 😌🌿🐜My Dream Home (With My Feel, My Chaos, My Magic)