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  • What Success Means to Me – Nihshabd

    What Success Means to Me – Nihshabd

    What’s your top tip to be successful in life?

    If I were the kind of person people point at and say, “Now that’s success,” maybe I would have a long list of tips to share.

    But the truth is, my definition of success has changed over the years.

    It no longer wears a suit, carries a title, or sits inside a bank balance.

    For me, success now looks a little different.

    If My Children Are Growing With Love

    If I can give my children a safe place to fall,

    a reason to dream,

    and the confidence to become who they are meant to be,

    then I feel successful.

    Not because I shaped their future,

    but because I stood beside them while they shaped their own.

    If My Home Feels Like Peace

    Success is not a perfect house.

    It is a home where laughter lingers,

    where tired hearts find comfort,

    and where people feel seen and loved.

    If I can create that kind of space,

    I consider myself fortunate.

    If I Can Be There When Someone Needs Me

    A listening ear.

    A helping hand.

    A shoulder during difficult days.

    If my presence makes someone’s burden a little lighter,

    that feels like success too.

    If I Am Still Learning

    Success is not reaching a final destination.

    It is remaining curious,

    making mistakes,

    learning from them,

    and continuing to grow no matter my age.

    If I Sleep With A Grateful Heart

    At the end of the day,

    if I can close my eyes knowing I tried my best,

    loved sincerely,

    and lived honestly,

    then I have already achieved something valuable.

    My Definition Of Success

    So my top tip for success?

    Do not borrow someone else’s definition.

    The world may measure success in numbers,

    but your heart measures it differently.

    Find what truly matters to you,

    nurture it with care,

    and protect it from comparison.

    Because success is not always found at the top of a mountain.

    Sometimes it is quietly waiting at the dinner table,

    holding your hand,

    calling you Mom,

    or smiling back at you from the life you have built.

    And for me, that is more than enough. ❤️

    A Final Thought

    Success is important. Having goals, working hard, and striving to achieve them gives our lives purpose and direction. But in the pursuit of success, we should not forget who we are or neglect the things that truly matter.

    It is possible to chase our dreams while still making time for our loved ones, our well-being, and the simple joys of life. Balance is important. A growth mindset is important. But so is gratitude.

    Growth helps us move forward, while gratitude reminds us to appreciate how far we have already come. And when success is accompanied by contentment, it becomes even more beautiful—because true success is not just about reaching a destination, but also about enjoying the journey.

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    May you find your own definition of success—and the courage to live by it.

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • यादें: Memories That Never Truly Leave the Heart

    यादें: Memories That Never Truly Leave the Heart

    यादें हवा की तरह होती हैं…
    दिखती नहीं, मगर मन को छू जाती हैं।

    और कुछ यादें तो इतनी खास होती हैं कि
    बिना बुलाए आ जाती हैं,
    आराम से दिल में बैठ जाती हैं,
    और फिर जाने का नाम ही नहीं लेतीं। 😄

    कभी किसी पुराने गाने के बहाने,
    कभी किसी खुशबू के सहारे,
    और कभी तो बिना किसी वजह के ही…

    कभी चाय की पहली चुस्की में,
    कभी बारिश की हल्की बूँदों में,
    कभी किसी पुराने रास्ते से गुज़रते हुए,
    वो चुपके से साथ चलने लगती हैं। ☕🌧️

    और मज़े की बात तो यह है कि
    जिन बातों को हम भूल चुके होते हैं,
    यादों को वे भी अच्छी तरह याद रहती हैं।
    फिर मुस्कुराकर कहती हैं,
    “सोचा था मुझसे पीछा छुड़ा लोगे?” 😊❤️

    कभी आँखें नम कर जाती हैं,
    कभी होंठों पर मुस्कान सजा जाती हैं,
    पर जाते-जाते हमेशा यही एहसास दे जाती हैं
    कि कुछ लम्हे वक़्त से नहीं,
    दिल से जुड़े होते हैं। 🌸✨

    Memories are like the wind…
    You cannot see them, yet they touch your heart.

    And some memories are so special that
    they arrive uninvited,
    make themselves comfortable in your heart,
    and then refuse to leave. 😄

    Sometimes they return through an old song,
    sometimes through a familiar fragrance,
    and sometimes for no reason at all…

    Sometimes they appear in the first sip of tea,
    sometimes in the gentle rhythm of falling rain,
    and sometimes while walking down a road
    you haven’t visited in years.
    Quietly, they begin walking beside you again. ☕🌧️

    And the funny thing is,
    the moments we think we’ve forgotten,
    memories remember perfectly well.
    Then they smile and seem to ask,
    “Did you really think you could get rid of me?” 😊❤️

    At times they bring tears to our eyes,
    at times they place a smile on our lips,
    but before leaving, they always remind us
    that some moments are connected not by time,
    but by the heart. 🌸✨

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    शब्दों में निःशब्द,
    — राजेश्वरी     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले

    ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले

    For Those Who Read Beyond Words

    पढ़ने वाले

    सब लिख रहे हैं आजकल,
    अल्फ़ाज़ों की कोई कमी नहीं,
    मगर ठहरकर किसी के मन को पढ़ ले,
    ऐसी नज़र अब कहीं नहीं।

    चेहरे पढ़ना आसान नहीं,
    मुस्कानों के भी राज़ होते हैं,
    कई लोग हँसते रहते हैं,
    पर भीतर अनगिनत साज़ होते हैं।

    किताबों के पन्ने पलट लेते हैं,
    लोग उँगलियों की रफ़्तार से,
    मगर दिल के पन्ने पढ़ने का हुनर,
    खो गया है इस संसार से।

    कोई आँखों में छिपी बारिश पढ़े,
    कोई ख़ामोशी का अर्थ समझे,
    कोई “मैं ठीक हूँ” के पीछे भी,
    थोड़ा ठहरकर दर्द समझे।

    शब्द तो अक्सर मिल जाते हैं,
    भाव मगर अनकहे रहते हैं,
    और जो सच में पढ़ना जानते हैं,
    वो कम ही लोगों में रहते हैं।

    कुछ लोग बस पन्ने पलटते हैं,
    कुछ लफ़्ज़ों के बीच ठहर जाते हैं,
    और जो दिल से पढ़ते हैं,
    वे अक्सर वह पा लेते हैं,
    जिसे शब्द कभी कह नहीं पाते।

    आख़िर हर कहानी स्याही से नहीं लिखी जाती,
    कुछ आँखों में बसती है,
    कुछ ख़ामोशियों में छिपी रहती है,
    और कुछ दिलों में उम्रभर धड़कती है।

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    उन सभी लोगों के लिए, जो सिर्फ़ शब्द नहीं पढ़ते, बल्कि उनके पीछे छिपे एहसासों को भी महसूस कर लेते हैं।
    ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले लोग आज भी दुनिया को थोड़ा और खूबसूरत बना देते हैं।     🤍✨

    Readers

    Everyone is writing these days,
    Words are everywhere.
    But people who pause long enough
    To truly read a heart are rare.

    Reading faces is not easy,
    Even smiles hold untold stories.
    Many people appear happy outside,
    While carrying silent storms within.

    We turn the pages of books quickly,
    With busy hands and hurried eyes.
    But the art of reading a soul
    Seems to be fading with time.

    Someone notices the rain in your eyes,
    Someone understands your silence.
    Someone looks beyond the words,
    And feels the pain left unspoken.

    Words can often be found,
    But feelings remain hidden away.
    And those who truly understand them
    Are few and far between.

    Some people only turn the pages,
    Some pause between the lines.
    And those who read with their hearts,
    Often find what words cannot define.

    After all, not every story is written in ink.
    Some live in the eyes,
    Some hide in silence,
    And some keep beating softly in the heart forever. 🤍✨

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    For those rare souls who read beyond words and understand what remains unspoken.
    People who can read silence still make the world a gentler, more beautiful place.     🤍✨

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    शब्दों में… निःशब्द
    In Words… Nihshabd
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    तस्वीरों में कैद यादें

  • तस्वीरों में कैद यादें

    तस्वीरों में कैद यादें

    तस्वीर और आईना

    ज़रूरी था तस्वीर लेना भी,
    आईना तो बस आज दिखाता है,
    कल की हँसी, बीते लम्हे,
    कहाँ कोई आईना बचा पाता है।

    चेहरे की रंगत बदल जाती है,
    मौसम अपना असर दिखाते हैं,
    पर तस्वीरों में कैद वो पल,
    सालों बाद भी मुस्कुराते हैं।

    जो साथ थे, जो दूर हुए,
    जो बातें अधूरी रह गईं,
    एक तस्वीर चुपचाप मगर,
    सब यादें फिर से कह गईं।

    आईना सच तो दिखाता है,
    पर सिर्फ़ इस पल का फ़साना,
    तस्वीरें वक़्त की किताब हैं,
    जिनमें छुपा है पूरा ज़माना।

    इसलिए कुछ लम्हों को रोक लेना,
    वक़्त की रफ़्तार से पहले,
    क्योंकि यादें वक़्त की धूल में कहीं खो जाती हैं,
    मगर तस्वीरें ख़ामोश रहकर भी बहुत कुछ कह जाती हैं। ✨📸

    शब्दों में निःशब्द,
    — राजेश्वरी     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Difference Between Being Needed and Being Loved

    The Difference Between Being Needed and Being Loved

    ✦ A Few Lines Before We Begin ✦

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    Sometimes the heart confuses importance with affection,
    and attention with devotion.

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    For when someone constantly reaches for us,
    it is easy to believe we are loved.

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    Yet there is a subtle difference
    one that many discover only after disappointment.

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    A person may need what you give.
    But love begins when they cherish who you are.

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    ✦ When Being Needed Feels Like Love ✦

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    Being needed can feel a lot like being loved.

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    At first.
    Your phone lights up every day. They seek your advice, your comfort, your time, your endless supply of patience. You start to think,
    “Wow, I must be special.”
    Then one day, you stop being useful.
    Suddenly, the messages arrive less often than your food delivery notifications.
    Interesting.

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    ✦ The Difference Reveals Itself ✦

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    A person who needs you usually remembers you when their world is falling apart.

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    A person who loves you remembers you when something wonderful happens too.

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    One says:
    “I need your help.”
    The other says:
    “I saw this and thought of you.”
    One treats you like customer support.
    The other treats you like a favorite person.

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    ✦ Umbrellas and Sunsets ✦

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    Being needed is being the umbrella someone grabs when it rains.

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    Being loved is being invited to watch the sunset when the sky is clear.

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    And no, before anyone panics, there is nothing wrong with being needed. We all need people.

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    But if every conversation starts with a problem and ends when the problem is solved, congratulations.

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    You’ve accidentally subscribed to a premium emotional support package.
    No free trial.
    No cancellation notice.

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    ✦ Love Is Wonderfully Unnecessary ✦

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    Love, on the other hand, is delightfully impractical.
    It checks on you when it wants nothing.

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    It remembers your favorite coffee order despite forgetting where the car keys are.

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    It sends you memes with absolutely no strategic objective.
    It stays for the conversation, not just the solution.

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    ✦ A Small Test ✦

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    The trick is simple:

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    Ask yourself,
    “If I had nothing to offer today no advice, no help, no emotional rescue mission would they still want to spend time with me?”

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    The answer may sting.
    Or it may remind you of the people who never needed a reason to stay.
    And those people?

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    They’re the ones worth keeping.
    Because being needed makes you useful.
    Being loved makes you irreplaceable.

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    ✦ Closing Verse ✦

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    Not every hand that reaches,
    reaches for your heart.

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    Some seek shelter from a storm,
    and leave when skies depart.

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    Yet those who stay in sunshine,
    when there is nothing left to gain,
    are the ones who teach us gently
    the difference between love and need again.

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    ✦ A Question For You ✦

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    Perhaps the real question is this:

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    If one day you had nothing left to offer no advice, no support, no solutions would they still value your presence, or was your worth tied only to your usefulness?

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    With love,
    Rajeshwari ♡🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    What are you passionate about?

    Have you ever had one of those days when your mind feels so full that you don’t know what to do with all the thoughts bouncing around inside it?

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    I have.

    When Thoughts Become Art

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page have always been my answer to those moments. When my thoughts become too loud, I either write them down or bring them to life through digital illustration.

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    Sometimes my thoughts become stories.

    Sometimes they become illustrations.

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    And that’s why, if someone asks me what I’m passionate about, my answer is simple: creating.

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    Not because I’m exceptionally talented.

    Not because I’m trying to become famous.

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    But because creating helps me make sense of the noise in my head.

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

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    For me, a blank page and a blank canvas are surprisingly similar.

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    Most people see emptiness.

    I see possibilities.

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    Of course, there are days when both of them seem determined to test my patience.

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    I stare at the screen.

    The screen stares back.

    Neither of us knows who’s supposed to make the first move.

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    Writers call it writer’s block.

    Artists call it creative block.

    I call it a staring contest that I usually lose.

    But every now and then, something magical happens.

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    A sentence appears.

    A sketch takes shape.

    An idea that existed only in my imagination suddenly becomes real.

    And that feeling never gets old.

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    What I love most about writing and digital illustration isn’t the finished result.

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    It’s the process.

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    The quiet excitement of starting with absolutely nothing and ending up with something that didn’t exist before.

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    A story.

    A character.

    A thought.

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    A little piece of yourself left behind on a page or a canvas.

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    In a world where we’re constantly consuming things, creating something feels special.

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    In fact, I wrote something similar in my post Creative Chaos & Quiet Feelings ✨😄, where I reflected on how creativity often grows in life’s quiet moments.

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    It reminds us that our imagination still matters.

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    So yes, I’m passionate about writing.

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    I’m passionate about digital illustration.

    But more than that, I’m passionate about creating.

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    Because every blank page and every blank canvas holds the same question:

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    What will you bring to life today?

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    And perhaps that’s why I keep returning to both.

    Not because I’m searching for perfection.

    But because I’m always curious about what might happen when imagination is given a place to breathe.

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    What about you? What are you passionate about?

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    Until our thoughts meet again,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Why Do We Miss People Who Never Chose Us?

    Why Do We Miss People Who Never Chose Us?

    The Question That Hurts More Than We Admit

    There is a particular kind of sadness that doesn’t come from losing someone.

    It comes from never truly having them in the first place.

    Strangely, some of the people we miss the most were never ours.

    They never chose us.

    They never stayed.

    They never made us a priority.

    Yet years later, their memory can still appear without warning.

    A song.

    A place.

    A familiar phrase.

    And suddenly, they’re back in our thoughts.

    Why?

    Why do we miss people who never chose us?

    Maybe We Don’t Miss Them

    At least, not entirely.

    Sometimes we miss the version of them we created in our minds.

    The version that would finally understand us.

    The version that would stay.

    The version that would choose us if only the timing had been different.

    However, reality and imagination rarely tell the same story.

    Often, we are grieving a possibility rather than a person.

    A future that never happened.

    A conversation that never took place.

    A love story that existed mostly in our hopes.

    The Human Mind Hates Unfinished Stories

    We like endings.

    We like answers.

    We like certainty.

    Unfortunately, life does not always provide those things.

    Some people leave without explanation.

    Others slowly drift away.

    And a few never arrive at all.

    As a result, the mind keeps revisiting what it cannot resolve.

    We replay conversations.

    We imagine different outcomes.

    We wonder what might have happened if we had said one thing differently.

    Not because the person was perfect.

    But because the story never felt complete.

    Rejection Leaves a Different Kind of Scar

    Being unloved hurts.

    Yet being almost loved can hurt even more.

    When someone never chooses us, we often turn the rejection inward.

    We begin asking difficult questions.

    “What was wrong with me?”

    “Why wasn’t I enough?”

    “What did they see in someone else that they didn’t see in me?”

    Gradually, the loss stops being about them.

    It becomes about our worth.

    And that is where the real pain begins.

    The Truth We Rarely Want to Hear

    Sometimes people do not choose us for reasons that have nothing to do with our value.

    They may be looking for something different.

    They may be emotionally unavailable.

    They may simply be on a different path.

    Their choice is not always a verdict on our worth.

    Yet we often treat it as one.

    We carry their decision far longer than they ever carried us.

    What We Actually Miss

    Perhaps we do not miss the person.

    Perhaps we miss the hope.

    The excitement.

    The possibility.

    The feeling that our story might finally be changing.

    And when that possibility disappears, we mourn it.

    Not because it was real.

    But because it felt real.

    Choosing Yourself

    One of the hardest lessons in life is accepting that not everyone will choose us.

    No matter how kind we are.

    No matter how loyal we are.

    No matter how deeply we care.

    However, there is another lesson hidden inside that pain.

    If someone could not choose us, we can still choose ourselves.

    We can stop measuring our worth through someone else’s decision.

    We can stop treating rejection as proof that we are lacking.

    And we can finally stop waiting for validation from people who never intended to give it.

    A Question For You

    Have you ever found yourself missing someone who never truly chose you?

    If so, what do you think you actually missed?

    The person?

    Or the possibility of what could have been?

    I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

    Because sometimes the stories that hurt us most are the ones that never really began.

    Until the next quiet thought,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    Winter, My Favorite Season… and My Biggest Enabler 🤭❄️

    What is your favorite season of year? Why?

    Winter has always been my favorite season. There is something special about warm cups of tea, cozy blankets, gentle sunshine, and those lazy mornings when getting out of bed feels like a heroic achievement. This funny and relatable winter poem is a lighthearted celebration of everything we love—and occasionally complain about—during the cold season.

    If seasons were teachers,

    summer would be that strict one
    who keeps giving homework.

    Monsoon would be the dramatic one
    who changes the mood every five minutes.

    But winter?

    Winter would be the teacher who walks in,
    puts on a movie,
    and says,

    “Let’s not work too hard today.”

    Naturally, it’s my favorite. 😌

    Winter never judges me.

    It sees me wrapped in a blanket at noon
    holding a cup of tea
    and says,

    “Honestly, that’s reasonable.”

    And I appreciate that kind of support.

    The best thing about winter
    is how it changes ordinary things.

    Tea becomes an emotion.

    A blanket becomes a lifestyle.

    And sunshine?

    Sunshine becomes a limited-edition luxury item.

    People will cross entire rooms,
    move chairs,
    and rotate themselves like sunflowers
    just to sit in one perfect patch of warmth.

    For those few minutes,
    life feels completely under control. ☀️

    Then comes the morning.

    The alarm rings.

    I open one eye.

    The room is cold.

    The blanket is warm.

    And suddenly I’m forced to choose
    between ambition and happiness.

    It’s not an easy decision.

    Winter also has a special talent.

    It can make a grown adult
    stare at a bucket of water
    and reconsider every life choice
    that brought them to that moment. 😭

    But the real problem is this—

    Winter starts out adorable.

    Cute sweaters.

    Foggy mornings.

    Hot tea.

    Cozy evenings.

    Everything feels like a scene
    from a feel-good movie.

    Then winter gets overconfident.

    One morning it wakes up and decides,

    “Let’s see how much they really love me.”

    Now the floor feels like ice.

    The water feels personally offended.

    And my teeth begin communicating
    in Morse code. 😂

    Yet somehow,

    every year,

    I fall for winter again.

    Because no other season
    makes doing absolutely nothing
    feel so productive.

    No other season
    makes a blanket feel like home.

    And no other season
    can convince me that sitting in the sun
    with a cup of tea
    is a perfectly successful day.

    So yes,

    winter is my favorite season.

    Not because it’s perfect.

    But because it understands
    that sometimes happiness is simply

    a warm cup of tea,

    a cozy blanket,

    a little sunshine,

    and absolutely no intention
    of getting out of bed. 🤭❄️☕

    Winter and I have a beautiful relationship—

    I praise it in poems,

    and it tests that love
    every morning. 😆✨

    .

    Perhaps that is why winter remains my favorite season year after year. It reminds us to slow down, enjoy simple comforts, and find happiness in ordinary moments. A warm drink, a cozy blanket, a patch of sunshine, and a little extra sleep can sometimes feel like life’s greatest luxuries.

    .

    Wrapped in words and winter sunshine,
    —Rajeshwari     ❄️🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • 🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

    🎵 My Mood Manager Has a Playlist

    What’s a song that always puts you in a good mood?

    .

    Honestly, that’s a difficult question.

    .

    It’s like asking a tea lover to pick one favorite cup,
    or a bookworm to choose just one page.

    .

    I love songs.

    Happy songs.
    Then come the sad ones.
    Sometimes old songs.
    And often new ones.

    Songs I understand.
    Songs I confidently sing wrong.

    .

    .

    Some songs make me dance in the kitchen.
    Some turn traffic jams into music videos.
    Some convince me I have a surprisingly good voice.

    .

    (For the record, the neighbors may disagree.)

    .

    Whenever life feels a little too serious,
    a favorite song appears like an unpaid therapist.

    .

    No appointment.
    No paperwork.
    No judgment.

    .

    Just three minutes of:

    “Everything will be fine.
    Now sing the chorus.”

    .My Playlist Works in Shifts

    .

    The funny thing is,
    the song that always puts you in a good mood
    is not necessarily the same song every day.

    .

    My playlist changes more often
    than my password.

    .

    One day it’s an energetic anthem.
    The next day it’s an old melody
    that suddenly reminds me of absolutely nothing
    and somehow everything.

    .

    So, do I have a song that always puts me in a good mood?

    .

    No.

    .

    Choosing just one would be unfair.

    .

    Every song in my playlist has a job.
    Some make me smile.
    Others make me dance.
    A few remind me who I am.

    .

    And when life starts acting like a complicated drama,

    I simply press Play.

    Because while I can’t always change my mood,

    I can usually change the soundtrack.

    Maybe that is the real answer to the question,
    “What’s a song that always puts you in a good mood?”

    .

    It is whichever song meets you exactly where you are
    and gently takes you somewhere better.

    .

    And somehow, the soundtrack changes everything. 🎵✨

    Life may not come with a manual, but thankfully it comes with a playlist. 🎶😊

    .

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    Soft Enough to Care, Strong Enough to Endure

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    I thought about this question for a while.

    At first, I considered something clever. Then I thought about choosing something funny. After all, who doesn’t love a tagline that makes people smile?

    However, the more I reflected on it, the more I realized that the words that describe me best are simple:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    It may not sound dramatic. Yet it feels true.

    Because if life has taught me anything, it is that softness and strength are not opposites. In fact, they often live side by side.

    The Heart That Cares Too Much

    I have always been someone who cares deeply.

    I care about people.

    I care about words.

    I care about feelings.

    Sometimes I even care about conversations long after everyone else has forgotten them.

    If a friend is hurting, I feel it.

    If someone is struggling, I want to help.

    And if I accidentally send a message that sounds slightly awkward, I can replay it in my mind for days like it deserves an award for Best Dramatic Performance.

    It is both a gift and a challenge.

    On one hand, caring allows us to connect with others. It helps us show kindness, compassion, and understanding.

    On the other hand, caring too much can leave us emotionally exhausted.

    Nevertheless, I would rather have a soft heart than a closed one.

    Softness Is Not Weakness

    For a long time, the world seemed to suggest that strength meant being tough all the time.

    Don’t cry.

    Don’t feel too much.

    Don’t let people see your struggles.

    However, real life has shown me something completely different.

    A flower is soft, yet it survives storms.

    A river is gentle, yet it can carve through stone.

    Likewise, a woman can be compassionate and powerful at the same time.

    She can speak kindly while standing firmly in her truth.

    She can forgive without forgetting her worth.

    She can be gentle without allowing herself to be treated poorly.

    That is not weakness.

    That is strength wearing a softer face.

    My Unexpected Superpowers

    When people imagine strength, they often picture grand achievements.

    Meanwhile, I have discovered a different kind of strength.

    The strength to keep going after disappointment.

    The strength to smile through difficult days.

    The strength to begin again when things do not go as planned.

    And, perhaps most impressively, the strength to survive technology updates without accidentally changing every setting on my phone.

    Honestly, that alone deserves recognition.

    Life has also given me another unusual superpower.

    I can encourage other people while still trying to figure things out myself.

    Many women do this every day.

    They carry responsibilities, support loved ones, solve problems, and keep moving forward even when nobody notices how much they are carrying.

    If that is not magic, I do not know what is.

    When My Wings Feel Heavy

    Of course, there are days when I do not feel strong.

    There are days when my confidence decides to disappear.

    There are days when my patience quietly packs its bags and leaves without warning.

    And there are days when even the smallest challenge feels bigger than it should.

    During those moments, I remind myself of something important.

    Strength is not the absence of struggle.

    Strength is continuing despite the struggle.

    A bird does not wait for perfect weather before using its wings.

    Similarly, we do not need perfect circumstances to keep moving forward.

    Sometimes we simply need courage for one more step.

    Then another.

    And another.

    Love Makes Us Stronger

    One lesson I continue to learn is that love creates resilience.

    Love for family.

    Love for friends.

    Love for our dreams.

    And perhaps most importantly, love for ourselves.

    Because when we learn to value ourselves, we stop measuring our worth through the opinions of others.

    Instead, we begin to trust our own voice.

    As a result, we become stronger without becoming harder.

    We become wiser without becoming colder.

    And we become more confident without losing our kindness.

    That balance is beautiful.

    The Magic of Being Human

    I do not possess magical powers.

    I cannot fly.

    I cannot read minds.

    And unfortunately, I cannot make laundry fold itself.

    However, I do believe there is a little magic in every human heart.

    It appears when we choose kindness over bitterness.

    It appears when we offer hope during difficult times.

    It appears when we continue to believe in better days even after disappointment.

    Most importantly, it appears when we refuse to let life’s challenges change the goodness within us.

    That kind of magic matters.

    My Tagline, My Truth

    So if humans had taglines, mine would be:

    “Soft enough to care, strong enough to endure.”

    Because I believe caring is a strength.

    I believe kindness is powerful.

    And I believe resilience does not always have to roar.

    Sometimes it speaks softly.

    Sometimes it laughs through tears.

    Sometimes it spreads slightly crooked wings and keeps flying anyway.

    That is the kind of strength I admire.

    And perhaps, that is the kind of strength I hope to carry through life.

    Not perfect.

    Not fearless.

    Just soft enough to care, and strong enough to endure. ❤️✨

    With love,
    Rajeshwari 🧿💕