Tag: Personal growth

  • I Think I’ve Been Collecting Hobbies 😄

    I Think I’ve Been Collecting Hobbies 😄

    Daily writing prompt
    Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it?

    The Hobby I Didn’t Know I Had

    I’ve never really been good at having just one hobby.

    I like learning things.

    New things. Random things. Sometimes useful things. Sometimes things I have absolutely no practical reason to learn. 😄

    Over the years, I’ve tried illustration, 3D illustration, drawing on Procreate, painting, glass painting, crocheting, embroidery, music, and trying new recipes. I’ve made quite a few things along the way too.

    Some stayed for a while, some were quietly replaced by something new, and a few are probably still sitting somewhere, waiting for me to remember them. 😄

    So sometimes I wonder—do I actually have too many hobbies, or is my real hobby simply learning something new?

    Maybe it’s just curiosity. I like being a beginner, figuring things out, making mistakes, and seeing what I can create.

    And then there is writing.

    The Hobby That Found Its Way Back

    I started writing again last December.

    But writing has actually been a part of me since childhood. I loved making up stories. My mind would create a new one almost every day.

    I could look at the stars and imagine stories hidden among them, watch clouds drifting across the sky and wonder where they were going, or follow butterflies in my imagination to some faraway place. Even rainy days had their own magic. I would sit listening to the raindrops and somehow, new words would find their way into my thoughts.

    I never really thought of writing as a hobby back then.

    It was simply something I loved doing.

    When Writing Went Quiet

    As life became busier, writing slowly became less and less a part of my everyday life. There was always something else that needed my attention, and without even realising it, I drifted away from it.

    I did try to find my way back once. I started a travel blog because I have always loved travelling, discovering new places, and learning about them. I loved collecting little stories from different places and putting them into words.

    But that too slowly got lost in the busyness of life.

    Until last December.

    There was no big plan. Just a quiet voice inside me saying,

    You should write again.

    And this time, I listened.

    I created an account on WordPress. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I could still write. It had been a while, and I wondered if the words would come.

    So I started.

    One thought became a few words, a few words became a paragraph, and slowly, writing found its way back into my everyday life.

    The funny thing is, I thought I had lost that part of myself.

    I hadn’t.

    I had simply stopped listening to it.

    Maybe Curiosity Is My Real Hobby

    Looking at all the things I’ve tried over the years, I think there is a pattern.

    I simply like learning.

    I don’t necessarily need to become an expert. Sometimes I just want to know, Can I do this?

    And then I try.

    Some things stay. Some don’t. Some get forgotten and come back years later.

    Writing did.

    And now, my next plan is to learn the guitar. 🎸

    I have no idea how that will go, but I’m curious enough to find out.

    I don’t want to reach the end of my life saying, “I always wanted to try that.”

    I’d rather say, “I tried.”

    Even if I wasn’t very good at it.

    There is only one life. I want to keep learning, keep creating, and keep following that little voice that says, Why not?

    And perhaps the most beautiful part of this journey has been seeing where those words have travelled.

    I started writing again without knowing where it would take me.

    Today, when I look at this map and see readers from so many different parts of the world, I have to smile.

    I guess my words decided to travel even when I wasn’t. 🌍

    Maybe that’s what happens when you make room for something you love again. You never quite know where it might take you.

    Now it’s your turn. What’s your hobby? Have you picked up something new recently, or is there an old hobby waiting for you to return to it? What got you into it? I’d love to hear your story.

    Until The Next Whisper,

    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © NihshabdThe Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

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  • Apparently, My Life Forgot to Follow a Plot 🤭📖

    Apparently, My Life Forgot to Follow a Plot 🤭📖

    What’s a book you never finished but still think about?

    The Book I Never Finished… Because I’m Still Living It 🤭📖

    What’s a book you never finished but still think about? 🤔📖

    Well… my life. 🤭😂

    Because apparently, I picked up a book and the author decided to throw every possible genre, emotion, character and plot twist into it.

    One chapter I’m laughing like I’ve completely lost it.
    The next, I’m crying so hard even my tears are asking for a day off. 😭😂

    There’s happiness. There’s heartbreak.
    Love, anger, excitement, fear, frustration, jealousy, hope, confusion, peace, chaos, exhaustion, loneliness… basically, the entire human-emotion department is working overtime. 😂

    Some days I’m full of confidence, ready to conquer the world.

    Other days, I’m like, “Can everyone please leave me alone? I’m busy doing absolutely nothing.” 😌

    There’s comedy, there’s tragedy, there’s romance, there’s mystery…

    And then there are the plot twists.

    Friends becoming enemies.
    Strangers becoming important.
    A shaatir haseena making an appearance.
    A maa ka laadla entering the scene.
    And somewhere in the story, a perfectly normal wife apparently gets promoted to shakki biwi. 👀🤣

    Seriously, who needs fiction when my life is already writing its own screenplay?

    And the funniest part?

    I don’t even know what happens next. 😂

    I started this book, but I have no idea how many chapters are left. There’s no table of contents, no spoilers, and definitely no option to sneak a peek at the last page.

    Just like any good story, I wake up every morning wondering what the next chapter is going to bring.

    Will it be a quiet little chapter?

    A happy one?

    A completely unexpected adventure?

    Or will life casually walk in, throw something completely unplanned at me, and wait for my reaction?

    At this point, I’ve stopped asking “Why me?”

    I’ve upgraded to:

    “Okay… interesting. What happens next?” 😂

    Because just when I think I’ve finally figured out the storyline, life seems to turn another page before I’m ready.

    Maybe there’s a new adventure waiting.

    Maybe an old character suddenly walks back into the story.

    Maybe I discover something I never knew I could do.

    Or maybe tomorrow is just going to be gloriously ordinary—and honestly, I’ll take that too. 😁

    Who knows?

    That’s the fun of an unfinished book.

    I’ve read so many pages already—some I’d happily revisit, some I’d rather skip, and some I’m still trying to understand. 😂

    But the last page?

    Not yet.

    I’m still reading it.
    Still living it.
    Still turning the pages.

    And honestly, I have no idea how it ends.

    But I can promise you one thing—

    the book may be unfinished, but it is definitely not boring. 🤭📖😂

    Now I’m curious… what’s yours? 👀

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    Until The Next Whisper, 

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    © NihshabdThe Silent Stories That Speak to the SoulAll Rights Reserved.

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  • Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

    Some Memories Are Too Beautiful to Be Repeated ♥️

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

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

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

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

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

    But would I go back and live them again?

    No.

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

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

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

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

    I don’t want to relive my past.

    I want to thank it.

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

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

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

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

    I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the SoulAll Rights Reserved.

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

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

    My Calendar Is Full, But…

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

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

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

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

    Funny, isn’t it?

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

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

    “How are you?”

    “Busy.”

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

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

    But sometimes I wonder…

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

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

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

    We have hundreds of contacts saved in our phones…

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

    feels like searching for a missing treasure map. 🗺️

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

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

    Because loneliness is not always about having nobody around.

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

    And maybe the answer is not always finding more people.

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

    To enjoy a quiet cup of coffee.

    To listen to an old song.

    To take a walk without checking notifications every two minutes.

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

    Because perhaps the person we have been ignoring the most…

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

    Ourselves. 🦋🤍

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    Until the Next Whisper, 🧿💕
    —Rajeshwari

    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the SoulAll Rights Reserved.

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  • The Secret Garden Women Discover After 40 🦋

    The Secret Garden Women Discover After 40 🦋

    The Beautiful Secret Women Discover After 40

    Have you noticed something strange about women after 40?

    They start becoming suspiciously happy. 😄

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

    Something softer.

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

    And you quietly wonder…

    “What happened to her?”

    Did she find some secret treasure?

    Did someone finally hand her a magical instruction manual called “How to stop overthinking everything”? 😄

    Or did she discover something much more precious?

    Herself.

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


    The Beautiful Shift Women After 40 Experience

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

    She is the daughter who remembers family stories.

    The partner who supports dreams.

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

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

    She may forget why she entered a room…

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

    That is not memory.

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

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

    Later, I will rest.

    Later, I will do something I love.

    Later, I will spend time with myself.

    And then comes a beautiful little shift.

    One day she asks:

    “Why is my happiness always waiting for later?”

    That is the moment something changes.

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

    It is necessary.

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

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

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

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


    The Little Joys Women After 40 Finally Discover

    Women after 40 begin to notice magic in ordinary things.

    A quiet cup of tea is no longer just tea.

    It is a tiny pause button in a busy world.

    A walk alone is not loneliness.

    It is a conversation with herself.

    An old song is not just music.

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

    “Look, I am still here.” ❤️

    And the funniest part?

    The world thinks she has changed.

    But actually, she has just stopped carrying unnecessary noise.

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

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

    She still loves deeply.

    She still cares.

    She still remembers everyone’s needs.

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

    her own name finally appears.

    Maybe that is the real magic of women after 40.

    They do not lose their sparkle.

    They stop hiding it.

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

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

    She was never lost.

    She was simply busy helping everyone else find their way.

    Now, she has finally found hers.

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

    Do men also experience this beautiful transformation after 40?

    Maybe they do.

    Maybe their happiness simply has a different address. 😄

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

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

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

    Who knows?

    Perhaps after 40, everyone discovers their own little garden.

    Because growing older is not about becoming someone new.

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

    Until the Next Whisper, 🦋💕
    —Rajeshwari

    © Nihshabd The Silent Stories That Speak to the Soul. All Rights Reserved.

    READ MORE :The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

  • Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you deal with uncertainty?

    How Do I Deal With Uncertainty? I Don’t. We Just Coexist.

    Uncertainty is that one guest who never announces her arrival.

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

    And unfortunately, I am very hospitable.

    I let her stay.

    Sometimes, I even serve her tea.

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

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

    Uncertainty and My Overactive Brain

    I don’t deal with uncertainty particularly well.

    I overthink it professionally.

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

    “What if this happens?”

    “What if that doesn’t happen?”

    “What if I make the wrong decision?”

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

    And my personal favourite:

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

    At that point, even my brain needs a holiday.

    Then comes the planning.

    Plan A.

    Plan B.

    Plan C.

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

    I sometimes wish life came with a user manual.

    Chapter 1: What Is Happening?

    Chapter 2: Why Is It Happening?

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

    Sadly, life prefers suspense.

    No spoilers.

    No previews.

    Just coming soon.

    Uncertainty: I’d Like Some Answers, Please

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

    And I have faced things I never saw coming.

    Some were difficult.

    Some were painful.

    Some completely rearranged my plans.

    And yet, somehow, I figured them out.

    Not always gracefully.

    Sometimes I cried.

    Sometimes I complained.

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

    But I got through them.

    And that has changed how I look at uncertainty.

    I still like knowing what is going to happen.

    Of course I do.

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

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

    Sometimes it is simply an unopened door.

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

    So, How Do I Deal With Uncertainty?

    I make my plans.

    I do what I can.

    I worry a little.

    Okay… sometimes more than a little.

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

    Every “What now?”

    Every “I didn’t see this coming.”

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

    And maybe that is what growing older teaches us.

    Not that we finally know everything.

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

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

    I just take the next step.

    And then the next.

    And when tomorrow refuses to reveal its plans?

    Fine.

    Let it keep its secrets.

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

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari 
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    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • 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. 😂

    And now I’m curious…

    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

  • 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 
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    © 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. 🦋✨

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

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

  • 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
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    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • The Day I Stopped Chasing Butterflies 🦋

    The Day I Stopped Chasing Butterflies 🦋

    What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore?

    WordPress really made me stop and think today.

    The Day I Stopped Chasing Butterflies wasn’t a title I planned.

    It all began with one simple prompt:

    “What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore?”

    Poor WordPress.

    It asked one tiny question…

    …but life handed me a much longer answer. 😄

    I think being a woman teaches you certain lessons much earlier than you expect. And honestly, not just women—life has a funny way of teaching all of us, whether we signed up for the class or not.

    So here’s my little list…

    Or maybe not a list.

    More like a collection of things I quietly stopped carrying.

    I stopped worrying so much about… people.

    What will people think?

    I spent years editing myself before speaking.

    One day I realized most people weren’t even reading my script—they were busy rehearsing their own.

    Turns out, people have their own lives, their own problems, and their own endless to-do lists. They’re not running a 24/7 surveillance team dedicated to me.

    What a relief. 😄

    Making everyone happy.

    I tried. Really, I did.

    Then I realized it’s like charging everyone’s phone while your own battery is at 2%.

    Someone is always going to be unhappy.

    These days, if I’m smiling, I call it a successful day.

    Outgrowing people.

    I used to believe every friendship had to last forever.

    Now I know some people are chapters, not the whole book.

    They came, they taught me something, and they moved on.

    That’s not failure…

    That’s life.


    I stopped worrying so much about… myself.

    There was a time when saying “I don’t know” felt like admitting defeat.

    Now it feels like honesty.

    Even Google occasionally says, “No results found.” 😄

    I also stopped worrying about changing my mind.

    If people say, “You’ve changed,” my first thought is…

    “I certainly hope so.”

    Software that never updates eventually crashes.

    Humans aren’t any different.

    And don’t even get me started on productivity.

    I used to feel guilty for resting.

    Now I know even my phone demands to be charged before it starts complaining.

    Why should humans be any different?


    And finally… I stopped worrying so much about life itself.

    Every closed door once felt like the end of the world.

    Now I just assume life saved me from walking into the wrong room.

    What’s meant for me usually has a funny habit of finding me anyway.

    I also made peace with silence.

    Earlier, every quiet moment felt awkward.

    Now silence often says more than words ever could.

    And starting over?

    That one doesn’t scare me anymore either.

    Beginning again doesn’t mean starting from scratch.

    Experience quietly packs its bags and comes along for the ride.

    So no matter how many times life says,

    “Start again…”

    I know I’m never truly starting from zero.

    Somewhere along the way…

    I learned how to live.

    Not because life suddenly became easier.

    But because I slowly stopped expecting happiness to arrive one fine morning, ring the doorbell, and politely introduce itself.

    I spent years chasing happiness.

    Running after people.

    Running after approval.

    Running after expectations.

    Running after that imaginary moment when everything would finally be perfect.

    Then one day I realized something that changed everything.

    If you want butterflies, you don’t spend your life chasing butterflies. You build a garden where butterflies would want to stay.

    Maybe happiness works the same way.

    The Day I Stopped Chasing Butterflies 🦋

    So instead of chasing everyone and everything, I started creating a life that feels like home to me.

    A little embroidery.

    A little gardening.

    Digital illustration.

    Writing.

    Music playing in the background.

    Dancing in the kitchen while waiting for the tea to boil.

    Painting when words aren’t enough.

    Getting lost in a good suspense thriller.

    Spending unhurried time with my family.

    Playing Ludo together and laughing over the silliest things.

    Years from now, I don’t think we’ll remember who won the Ludo game… but we’ll definitely remember who was sitting around the board. 🤍

    Maybe every home deserves a tiny family ritual.

    It doesn’t have to be anything grand.

    A board game.

    An evening cup of tea.

    A short walk.

    Even simply a little time together.

    Sometimes, the smallest rituals become the biggest memories.

    Tiny moments.

    Simple joys.

    Nothing extraordinary.

    Yet somehow…

    They make ordinary days feel beautiful.

    Maybe that’s what happiness looked like all along.

    Does that mean I never worry anymore?

    Of course not.

    (Okay okay… some things still sting. I’m not a saint. 😛)

    But now I know where to return when life becomes too loud.

    Sometimes I even wonder…

    Have I finally achieved moksha?

    Then someone cuts me off in traffic, my Wi-Fi stops working, or an online order gets delayed…

    …and I’m immediately reminded—

    Nope. Still very much attached to worldly things. 😂

    Now I’m curious…

    What’s something you used to worry about… but don’t anymore?

    Or tell me this…

    What do you do to worry a little less… and live a little more?🤍

    I’d genuinely love to hear your answer in the comments. 🦋✨

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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