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  • Some Endings Should Never Be Rewritten

    Some Endings Should Never Be Rewritten

    If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?

    If I could rewrite any book’s ending? Some endings should never be rewritten. Honestly… none.

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    Every book carries a piece of its author’s heart. The ending isn’t just a few final pages; it’s the destination of a journey the writer carefully chose. Some authors spend months, even years, finding the ending that feels right. Who am I to rewrite something they created with so much love, thought, and emotion?

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    I believe change is the only constant in life. But I also believe some things shouldn’t be changed.

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    A story’s ending is one of them.

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    To me, some endings should never be rewritten because changing the ending changes the meaning of every chapter before it.

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    It reminds me of our own lives.

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    If we were given the chance, many of us would rewrite a few chapters erase the painful ones, hold on to the happiest ones a little longer, or choose different paths altogether. But life doesn’t work that way. Every joy, every heartbreak, every mistake, and every triumph becomes a part of who we are. They shape us, make us unique, and become the very reason our story could never belong to anyone else.

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    Perhaps that’s why I don’t want to rewrite a book’s ending either.

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    Some endings make us smile. Some leave us in tears. Some stay with us for years. But they all belong exactly where they are.

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    Once they’re written, they become part of the story’s destiny.

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    And maybe that’s true for our lives as well.

    Not every chapter is easy to read, but every chapter has a purpose.

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    Some stories are simply meant to end the way they do.

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    So no… I wouldn’t rewrite a single ending. Because the moment you change the destination, you don’t just change where the story ends… you change why it was ever told.

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    Some Endings Should Never Be Rewritten… What Do You Think?

    So tell me…

    If you could rewrite the ending of any book, would you? Or would you leave it exactly as it is?

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    Leave your answer in the comments below.

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    Who knows? Your perspective might just become someone else’s favourite chapter. 🤍🦋✨

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    To the Hearts Behind the Words 

  • Every Soul Leaves Something Behind | हर मुसाफ़िर… 

    Every Soul Leaves Something Behind | हर मुसाफ़िर… 

    हर मुसाफ़िर

    ज़िंदगी एक लंबा सफ़र है…

    और हम सब,
    एक-दूसरे की राहों में
    बस यूँ ही नहीं आते।

    कोई मिलता है
    तो हमारे अंदर
    बंद पड़ी किसी खिड़की को खोल देता है।

    कोई चला जाता है,
    और जाते-जाते
    हमें हमारी ही ताक़त से मिलवा जाता है।

    कुछ लोग
    मुट्ठी भर वक़्त लेकर आते हैं,
    मगर यादों की उम्र
    पूरी ज़िंदगी जितनी दे जाते हैं।

    कुछ लोग
    हर सुबह की तरह होते हैं—
    चुपचाप आते हैं,
    और बिना कुछ कहे
    जीने की वजह बन जाते हैं।

    शायद इसलिए
    अब मैं किसी से मिलने को
    इत्तफ़ाक़ नहीं मानती।

    क्योंकि किस्मत
    रिश्ते नहीं भेजता,
    वह सबक भेजता है…
    मरहम भेजता है…
    आईना भेजता है…
    और कभी-कभी,
    अपना कोई अंश भेज देता है।

    इसलिए,
    जो ठहर गए,
    उनका शुक्रिया।

    जो बिछड़ गए,
    उनका भी…

    क्योंकि
    हर मुसाफ़िर
    अपनी मंज़िल से पहले,
    किसी और की कहानी में
    एक वजह बनकर ही आता है।

    Every Soul Leaves Something Behind

    Life is a long journey…

    And perhaps none of us
    crosses another’s path
    by accident.

    Some people arrive
    only to open a window within us
    that we never knew had been closed.

    Some leave,
    yet in their leaving,
    they introduce us
    to a strength we never knew we had.

    There are those
    who stay for only a handful of moments,
    yet leave behind memories
    that outlive years.

    And then there are those
    who are like the morning light—
    they quietly become a part of our days,
    asking for nothing,
    yet giving us countless reasons to keep going.

    Maybe that’s why
    I no longer believe
    that meeting someone is mere coincidence.

    Because fate
    doesn’t just send people.

    It sends lessons.
    It sends healing.
    It sends mirrors
    that help us see ourselves more clearly.

    And every once in a while,
    it sends someone
    who quietly changes the way we see life.

    So, to those who stayed…
    thank you.

    And to those who had to leave…
    thank you, too.

    Because every traveller
    becomes a part of someone else’s story
    before continuing on their own journey.

    And perhaps,
    that was the reason
    they were meant to cross our path.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  •  The Best Dreams Whisper

     The Best Dreams Whisper

    What’s your biggest dream?

    My biggest dream?

    The best dreams whisper, don’t they?

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    People expect answers like…

    “Travel the world.”
    “Own a beach house.”
    “Retire early.”

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    Meanwhile, I’m over here dreaming about finding my phone on the first try, remembering why I walked into the kitchen, and drinking one cup of hot chai before it turns into iced tea. The bar is surprisingly low these days. 😄

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    But jokes aside…

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    My biggest dream isn’t to become famous or collect followers like Pokémon cards.

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    It’s to build a life where my family feels safe, my heart feels light, and my creativity never packs its bags and leaves without notice.

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    I want to keep writing words that make someone smile on a difficult day, feel understood in a lonely moment, or simply pause and think, “Wait… did she just read my mind?”

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    Because if one stranger, somewhere in the world, finds comfort in something I wrote, that’s a far better reward than any trophy, trend, or algorithm.

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    After all, algorithms can be a lot like some relationships in life—they’ll put you on a pedestal when they need you, and the moment they don’t, they’ll quietly set you aside as if they never knew you at all.

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    I’ve also reached that age where my dream includes things that once sounded terribly boring:

    A peaceful home.
    Good health.
    Laughter that comes easily.
    Plants that refuse to die.
    Wi-Fi that doesn’t buffer.
    And knees that don’t negotiate every staircase.

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    Turns out adulthood has a very strange way of editing our bucket list.

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    So no…

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    My biggest dream isn’t to be known by everyone.

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    It’s to leave behind words that quietly stay with someone long after they’ve forgotten my name.

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    Because some dreams are loud.

    The best ones? They whisper.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • The Art of Never Stopping Wonder

    The Art of Never Stopping Wonder

    I have a tiny problem.

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    I refuse to outgrow curiosity.

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    While sensible adults
    are busy pretending
    they have life all figured out,

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    I’m still the person asking,

    “Ooh… what’s that?”

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    I have Googled things
    I absolutely didn’t need to know.

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    Why octopuses have three hearts.

    Why bread smells so good.

    Why socks disappear in the washing machine.

    (That last one is clearly a conspiracy.)

    I read signboards in unfamiliar streets.

    Open books just because the title winks at me.

    Take the longer route home…

    just to see what I’ve been missing.

    People call it distraction.

    I call it field research.

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    I collect tiny adventures
    the way some people collect souvenirs.

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    A new word.

    A forgotten lane.

    A café chosen
    simply because it smelled like stories.

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    I’ve started conversations
    with old books,
    street cats,
    my houseplants,
    and yes…
    they all seem
    better listeners than some humans.

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    Curiosity has an expensive hobby.

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    It steals my time,
    fills my phone with screenshots,
    opens thirty browser tabs,
    and somehow convinces me
    that I absolutely must know
    how astronauts wash their hair,
    why flamingos stand on one leg,
    or who decided
    pineapple belonged on pizza.

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    My search history
    could confuse a detective.

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    Honestly…

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    what a delightful way
    to confuse one.

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    Life has taught me
    that the best discoveries
    rarely arrive with a grand announcement.

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    Sometimes they hide
    inside a conversation with a stranger…

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    a recipe from an old aunt…

    a child’s impossible question…

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    or a wrong turn
    that somehow feels exactly right.

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    The day I stop wondering,

    “What happens if…?”

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    someone should check my pulse.

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    Because I don’t want a life
    where every page is already highlighted.

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    I want dog-eared corners.

    Unexpected chapters.

    And enough curiosity
    to keep annoying algorithms
    that think they’ve already figured me out.

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    After all,

    the world is far too interesting

    to behave like I already know it.

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    So yes…

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    I am a lifelong learner.

    Not because I want all the answers—

    but because being an explorer
    is far more fun
    than pretending to be an expert.

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    Until the next story… 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Be Your Own Therapist | A Poem on Self-Healing

    Be Your Own Therapist | A Poem on Self-Healing

    Be Your Own Therapist is a heartfelt poem about self-healing, emotional strength, and finding peace within. Sometimes, the person who understands you best is your own heart.

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    Be Your Own Therapist💗

    Not every wound asks for witnesses.
    Some only long for your gentle touch.
    The heart doesn’t always need answers…
    Sometimes, it only needs acceptance.

    Be Your Own Therapist: Self-Healing Begins Within

    The world may hear your words,
    but only you can hear the silence between them.
    Sit with your pain.
    Listen without judgment.
    Be kind to the soul that has carried you this far.

    Understand Yourself First

    Not everyone will understand your battles,
    and that is perfectly alright.
    You don’t have to explain every scar
    to prove that it once hurt.

    The strongest conversations
    are often the quiet ones
    you have with yourself.

    Choose Yourself Every Day

    Be your own safe place.
    Your own comfort.
    Your own reminder
    that healing isn’t loud—
    it blooms softly,
    just like the quietest flower after the longest storm.

    When Silence Speaks

    There will be days
    when your smile feels heavier than your tears,
    when your voice trembles
    even in the quiet of your own room.

    On those days,
    don’t abandon yourself.
    Sit beside your broken heart
    the way you would sit beside someone you love.

    Healing Is a Gentle Journey

    Healing doesn’t arrive overnight.
    It comes in small moments—
    when you forgive yourself,
    when you stop chasing everyone’s approval,
    and when you finally realize
    that your peace is worth protecting.

    Every gentle step you take toward yourself
    is a victory no one else can measure,
    but your soul will always remember.

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    Sometimes healing is not about fixing yourself. It is about sitting quietly with your emotions, accepting every broken piece, and trusting that even the deepest wounds soften with time. The love you keep searching for outside often begins within your own heart.

    Closing Thoughts

    When the world cannot understand your heart, let your heart become the place where you are always understood.

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    Until the next story… 🤍

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Read More: The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

  • The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

    The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a chapter of your life you’d title "The Hard Years" — and what got you through it?
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    The Hard Years: Not the Final Chapter

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    Hard Years don’t always arrive with a warning. They quietly become a chapter of our lives where every day feels a little heavier than the last. If you’ve ever lived through The Hard Years, you know they don’t just change your circumstances—they change you.

    When Life Quietly Changes You

    Have you ever looked back and realised there was a season that quietly changed everything?

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    Not one terrible day.

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    Not one heartbreaking moment.

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    But a chapter that stretched longer than you ever expected.

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    If I had to give it a name, I’d call it The Hard Years.

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    They’re the years when you keep showing up, even when you’re running on empty. You smile because people expect you to. You answer, “I’m fine,” because explaining the truth feels exhausting.

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    From the outside, life looks ordinary.

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    Inside, you’re simply trying to make it through another day.

    The Battles No One Sees

    The hardest battles are rarely visible.

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    Someone is grieving while attending family dinners.

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    Someone is worrying about bills while laughing with friends.

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    Someone is carrying fear behind a perfectly normal conversation.

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    That’s the strange thing about The Hard Years.

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    They teach us how much people can hide behind a smile.

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    Maybe that’s why kindness matters so much.

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    We never really know what chapter someone else is living through.

    Hope Doesn’t Always Make a Grand Entrance

    Looking back, I realised hope never arrived like a miracle.

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    It came quietly.

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    A cup of tea on a difficult evening.

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    A message from someone who somehow knew I needed it.

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    The smell of rain.

    A familiar song.

    A peaceful sunrise.

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    None of these things changed my life overnight.

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    But they reminded me that even difficult seasons have moments worth holding on to.

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    Sometimes, hope isn’t about escaping the darkness.

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    It’s about finding one small reason to keep walking through it.

    The Chapter That Never Got the Last Word

    People often say difficult times make us stronger.

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    I think they make us gentler.

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    They teach us to listen more carefully, judge less quickly, and appreciate ordinary days we once took for granted.

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    Every life has a chapter called The Hard Years.

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    Some chapters last longer than others.

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    Some leave deeper scars.

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    But none of them were ever meant to be the ending.

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    One day, you’ll look back and realise those years didn’t just test your strength.

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    They revealed it.

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    And perhaps that’s the most beautiful plot twist of all.

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    The Hard Years were never the final chapter.

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    They were simply the pages that made the next ones worth reading.

    Until next story,

    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight

    What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?

    I stared at this prompt for a good five minutes, convinced my brain had simply forgotten something.

    Then it hit me.

    I’ve Been Eighty Since I Was Eight. 

    That’s the only answer this prompt gave me.

    Surely there had to be something.

    Bitter gourd? Early mornings? Silence? Staying home? Folding laundry?

    Nope.

    Maybe that was the answer.

    The more I thought about it, the more I realized…

    I couldn’t answer this prompt because the things I love today are the very things I loved as a child.

    I’ve been suspiciously eighty years old since I was eight.

    As a child, I loved hiding in a quiet corner with a notebook, doodling, writing stories, humming old melodies, and creating entire worlds that existed only in my head.

    Apparently, my idea of fun has always been… unconventional.

    And some things, apparently, never left me.

    I still stop to admire butterflies in the garden.

    I still collect pretty leaves because… well, someone has to appreciate them.

    I still get embarrassingly excited when a rainbow appears, as if the sky made it just for me.

    Apparently, I’ve been delightfully easy to please my entire life.

    Some people outgrow these little joys.

    I seem to have renewed my subscription every year.

    I still get ridiculously excited by a blank page.

    I can lose track of time while making something with my hands.

    The smell of books still deserves its own perfume.

    A beautiful sky can stop me mid-sentence.

    A handwritten letter still feels more magical than a text message.

    Growing up didn’t make me fall in love with these things.

    It simply gave me permission to stop apologizing for loving them.

    Maybe that’s adulthood.

    Not discovering new passions…

    But realizing the little “boring” things you loved all along were never boring at all.

    Turns out, my younger self wasn’t strange.

    She simply knew what made her happy.

    Although…

    The more I think about it, the less certain I am.

    Was I really eighty years old when I was eight…

    Or am I still eight at heart?

    Because I still stop for butterflies.

    I still smile at rainbows.

    I still bring home pretty leaves.

    I still think clouds tell stories.

    I still believe the sky puts on a show just because someone remembered to look up.

    Maybe I’ve spent my whole life being an old soul…

    With the heart of an eight-year-old.

    And honestly?

    I hope that never changes.

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    Until the next quiet thought,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Which Languages Do I Speak?

    Which Languages Do I Speak?

    How Living in Different States Shaped My Life

    Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?

    Which Languages Do I Speak?

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    I’ve lived in different states and picked up bits of different languages along the way—like collecting pretty shells on a beach. Some I kept, some I misplaced, and some are probably hiding somewhere in my memory, waiting to be found.

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    Hindi is my comfort zone. It’s the language my heart reaches for when it’s happy, upset, excited, or simply in the mood to talk endlessly. It’s the language of family conversations, childhood memories, and countless cups of tea shared over stories. When I need to express my feelings without searching for the right words, Hindi is usually the first language that comes to my rescue.

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    English has been a faithful companion in my reading, writing, and learning adventures. It has introduced me to wonderful books, new ideas, and people from different walks of life. We don’t always agree on spellings or pronunciations, but somehow, we’ve made the friendship work.

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    Telugu keeps me connected to my roots. It carries memories of home, family traditions, and the familiar comfort of belonging. It quietly reminds me where I come from, even when I occasionally fumble over a word or two.

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    The funny thing is, living in different places taught me that communication isn’t just about language. A smile, a nod, expressive hand gestures, and confidence can get you surprisingly far.

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    Living in different states did more than add a few words to my vocabulary. It introduced me to different cultures, traditions, food, and ways of looking at life. Every move taught me how to adapt, connect, and find a sense of belonging in unfamiliar places.

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    I may not speak every language fluently—in fact, some languages and I are still in a long-distance relationship—but I’ve learned to appreciate different cultures and find common ground with people wherever I go. The biggest impact wasn’t becoming multilingual; it was becoming more open-minded. My world became bigger, my conversations richer, and my life far more interesting than if I had stayed in just one place.

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    So, which languages do I speak?

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    A little Hindi, a little English, a little Telugu… and a lot of human.

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    And after all these years, I’ve learned that people rarely remember whether you spoke perfectly. They remember how you made them feel.

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    That’s a language everyone understands. ❤️✨

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    With stories gathered from many places and words borrowed from many languages,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Fears I Overcame (And the Ones Still Paying Rent in My Head)

    The Fears I Overcame (And the Ones Still Paying Rent in My Head)

    What fears have you overcome and how?

    What Fears Have You Overcome and How?

    I’ve overcome quite a few fears.

    Well… “overcome” might be a strong word.

    Let’s say we’ve signed a peace treaty and occasionally exchange awkward nods.

    The biggest one?

    The Fear of Not Being Enough

    Not smart enough.
    Not successful enough.
    Not pretty enough.
    Not productive enough.

    At one point, I was collecting “not enoughs” the way some people collect souvenirs.

    The Fear of Being Judged

    I used to think everyone was watching my every move.

    Turns out, most people are busy wondering if they’re being judged.

    A surprisingly humbling discovery.

    And let’s not forget the fear of failure.

    The funny thing about failure is that it spends years terrifying you, then finally shows up and says,

    “That’s it? You were afraid of me?”

    Most of the disasters I imagined never happened.

    The ones that did happen taught me something useful.

    Rude, but useful.

    I also feared speaking my mind.

    So I stayed quiet.

    Nodded politely.

    Rehearsed arguments in the shower three days after the conversation ended.

    You know, the usual.

    Over time, I learned that being misunderstood is uncomfortable, but losing yourself to keep everyone comfortable is worse.

    The fears didn’t disappear.

    They just got tired of running the show.

    And I got tired of giving them front-row seats.

    Making Peace With Fear

    Now when fear knocks on the door, I let it in, offer it tea, listen politely, and then continue doing what I was going to do anyway.

    Because courage isn’t the absence of fear.

    It’s realizing that fear is a terrible life coach.

    And honestly?

    The fear I’ve truly overcome is the fear of being imperfect.

    These days, I’m less interested in being enough for everyone and more interested in being myself.

    It’s cheaper, less exhausting, and requires significantly fewer existential crises.

    That’s growth.

    Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. 🙂

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary

    Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary

    What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

    “Maybe the smallest improvement I can make is treating myself like someone I actually plan to keep for a long time.”

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    Which honestly means
    drinking more water and having fewer imaginary arguments in the shower.

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    Maybe it means sleeping on time
    instead of collecting emotional damage and dark circles like limited edition souvenirs.

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    Maybe it’s learning that I deserve the same softness
    I so casually pour into everyone else
    like warm chai on rainy evenings,
    like fairy lights glowing quietly in a messy room,
    like finding one stubborn little firefly still shining in the dark. ✨

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    And perhaps healing isn’t some dramatic movie montage.
    Maybe it’s just:
    buying yourself flowers for no reason,
    laughing at your own jokes,
    walking slowly after the rain,
    letting your heart do tiny butterfly dances again,
    and no longer treating your happiness like a guest who should leave early.

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    Because life feels strangely lighter
    when you stop behaving like you’re temporary. 🌈

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    Maybe that’s the real surprise adulthood never warned us about
    that peace does not arrive with fireworks and background music.
    Sometimes it arrives quietly…
    through clean bedsheets, a favorite song at midnight,
    unexpected compliments, sleepy smiles,
    and those rare sparkling moments when your heart suddenly whispers,
    “wait… life is actually beautiful today.” ✨

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    And maybe loving yourself is not always deep or poetic.
    Maybe sometimes it’s wonderfully silly
    dancing badly while cooking,
    watching the rain like it personally wrote a love letter to your soul,
    smiling at strangers,
    buying snacks as emotional support,
    and protecting your inner light like a tiny jar full of fireflies glowing against the dark.

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    Because after everything,
    I think we all deserve a life that feels a little softer…
    a little warmer…
    a little more like butterflies, rainbows, laughter, rain-soaked evenings, and coming home to yourself again. 🦋🌧️✨

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    A dreamy rainy-evening illustration with fairy lights, butterflies, flowers, and glowing fireflies surrounding the quote “Stop Treating Yourself Like You’re Temporary” with the signature Nihshabd. ✨🌧️🦋
    Tiny acts of softness can save a heart quietly learning to stay. 🌈✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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