Tag: Personal reflection

  • 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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    Read More : Life Is in the Little Things | Nihshabd

  • My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up 

    Daily writing prompt
    What app eats up most of your screen time — and do you even feel bad about it?

    My Screen Time Finally Grew Up. If someone had shown me my screen time report a few months ago, WhatsApp and Facebook would have been sitting comfortably at the top. These days, WordPress and Procreate have completely changed that story.

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    My screen time report has had quite the personality makeover.

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    Not too long ago, WhatsApp, Instagram and Facebook proudly competed for the top spot. There was always a message to reply to, a reel to watch, or a post to scroll past while pretending I was “just checking something.”

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    Now they’ve quietly stepped aside.

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    These days, WordPress and Procreate have taken over my screen.

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    WordPress has turned into that strict editor who is never fully satisfied. One moment I’m fixing a typo, the next I’m rewriting an entire paragraph because one sentence suddenly feels “not quite right.” Then comes SEO, categories, tags, featured images… somehow a five-minute edit becomes an hour-long adventure.

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    Procreate isn’t any better.

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    It lures me in with the promise of one tiny change. Just brighten that flower. Adjust one shadow. Make that line a little smoother. Before I know it, I’ve zoomed in so far that I’m perfecting details no one else will probably notice.

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    Together, these two apps have mastered the art of making time disappear.

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    Every Sunday, my screen time report arrives looking slightly judgmental, as if it’s waiting for me to feel guilty.

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    But honestly?

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    I don’t.

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    I still catch myself opening social media out of habit. Old habits don’t disappear overnight. But more often than not, I find myself returning to WordPress to polish another paragraph or opening Procreate to experiment with a new illustration. That’s a habit I’m actually happy to nurture.

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    Because this screen time isn’t leaving me with blurry memories of endless scrolling. It’s leaving me with blog posts I’m proud of, illustrations that make me smile, and ideas that once lived only in my head.

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    So yes, my screen time is still embarrassingly high.

    It’s just no longer spent watching everyone else’s creativity.

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    It’s spent building my own.

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    And somehow, that feels like time very well spent.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    A Blank Canvas and a Blank Page

    Too Many Skills, Too Many Feelings ✨

  • Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

    Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

    Do you think we’re shaped more by our experiences or by who we are?

    I’ve seen this debate so many times that I wouldn’t be surprised if Life started it just to entertain itself.

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    Are we shaped by our experiences…
    …or by who we already are?

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    I think we’ve been asking the wrong question all along.

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    We’re Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

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    Everything that happens after that is simply another revision.

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    When we’re born, life hands us a rough draft.
    A little courage.
    A little fear.
    A heart that trusts far too easily.
    An ego that occasionally believes it knows everything.
    No map.
    No instruction manual.
    No “Ctrl + Z.”

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    Just a cheerful, “Good luck. You’ll figure it out.”


    And then people happen.

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    Some walk into our lives carrying sunshine.
    Some arrive looking like sunshine…

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    until they quietly become a power cut.
    Some stay.
    Some leave.
    Some leave… while taking a piece of us with them.
    Life never really warns us which is which.

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    It simply smiles and says,
    “Character development.”

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    Life has terrible timing… but an annoyingly good eye for editing.

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    I’ve often wondered…

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    Do heartbreaks make us stronger…
    or do they simply introduce us to a version of ourselves we had never met before?

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    Do betrayals make us suspicious…
    or were we always the kind of people who loved without checking the expiry date?

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    Maybe experience isn’t the whole story.
    Maybe neither are we.

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    Perhaps it’s never just about what happens to us… but also about what happens within us.


    The same disappointment visits two people.

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    One closes every door.
    The other learns which doors were never worth knocking on.

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    The same criticism breaks one person.
    Another quietly thanks it years later.

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    The same betrayal hardens one heart…
    and deepens another.

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    Funny, isn’t it?

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    Life gives the same exam…
    but we all write different answers.

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    Maybe that’s why no two people come out of the same storm looking alike.

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    Life writes the questions.
    Our choices write the answers.


    I’ve met people who praised me in public…
    and edited my character in private.

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    I’ve also met people who quietly stitched pieces of my confidence back together…
    without ever telling me they did.

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    Life introduced me to both.

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    Who I became after meeting them…
    that part was mine.


    I don’t think experiences arrive to change us.
    I think they arrive to reveal us.

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    Just like the tide.
    It doesn’t create the ocean.

    It simply shows us how deep it has always been.
    The waves don’t ask permission.
    They come.
    They leave.

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    And somehow…

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    the shore is never quite the same.
    Neither are we.


    Some experiences erase illusions.
    Some restore hope.
    Some teach us to walk away.
    Others remind us why staying is sometimes the braver choice.

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    Every joy adds a sentence.
    Every loss strikes one out.

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    Every unexpected kindness writes an entirely new paragraph.
    Without realizing it, we keep becoming newer editions of ourselves.

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    Not perfect.
    Just… a little wiser than yesterday.


    So…
    are we shaped more by our experiences…
    or by who we are?

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    I still can’t choose.

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    Because life may hold the editor’s pen…
    but it can only edit the pages we were born with.

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    Perhaps that’s the quiet truth.
    We don’t become someone else.

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    We slowly discover who was hiding beneath every revision.
    Still imperfect.
    Still learning.
    Still wonderfully unfinished.
    Built by Birth. Edited by Life.

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    Until the next whisper… 🤍
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    Read more:

    A Little Bit of Magic Called Life

    My Life Has No Direction… and That’s Exactly the Direction 😌

  • 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

  • To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    To the Hearts Behind the Words 

    Who is your favorite blogger to follow?

    When today’s prompt asked, “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”, I smiled.

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    Have you ever noticed…

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    Some people don’t simply appear on your screen.

    They quietly become a part of your day.

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    You wait for their next post.
    You smile when their notification pops up.
    And without even realizing it…
    they become a small, beautiful habit.

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    That’s exactly how I feel.

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    Every blog I read leaves behind something precious.

    A thought.
    A smile.
    A lesson.
    A different way of seeing the world.

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    Every favorite blogger to follow has left a little piece of themselves behind—and I’ve been fortunate enough to carry those pieces with me.

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    I’ve learned so much from all of you that keeping score became impossible long ago.

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    Names were never the important part.

    The feeling was.

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    Whenever I publish something, I catch myself checking my notifications more often than I’d like to admit.

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    “I wonder who’s visiting today…”

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    And then I remind myself…

    You all have lives beyond WordPress.

    You’re not sitting there waiting for my next post.

    (Although… if you are, I promise I won’t complain. 😄)

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    But every time you stop by…

    Every time you spend a few moments reading my words…

    It feels like you’ve gifted me a tiny piece of your day.

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    That kind of kindness can’t be measured in likes, comments, or followers.

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    It’s simply felt.

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    So if today’s prompt asks,

    “Who is your favorite blogger to follow?”

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    My answer is easy.

    It’s the people who remind me why I love this community.

    The ones who make me smile before I’ve even opened their post.

    The ones who have quietly become a part of my story.

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    Before you leave…

    Please know this.

    You are far more appreciated than you realize.

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    Every visit makes me smile.
    Every comment stays with me.
    Every like quietly whispers,

    “Keep writing.”

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    Thank you for being here.

    For reading.
    For encouraging.
    For inspiring.

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    And most of all…

    For turning my words into conversations,
    and this journey into something truly meaningful.

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    If you ever wondered whether you matter here…

    you do.

    More than you know.

    More than I’ve ever found the words to say.

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    Thank you for reminding me that words have the most beautiful way of bringing strangers together…

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    …until they begin to feel like home.

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    You may have come here to read my words…

    but somewhere along the way,

    you became one of the reasons
    I never stopped writing them.

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    And if, while reading this,
    you found yourself smiling…

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    please keep that smile.

    Because chances are…

    this was written with you in mind.

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    I’m grateful for each one of you.

    More than words can ever say.

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    Maybe that’s what makes this community feel so special.

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    We begin as strangers…

    and somewhere along the way,

    become a part of each other’s stories.

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    Until the next story…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • What Do I Do to Improve My Sleep? (Spoiler: I Don’t!)

    What Do I Do to Improve My Sleep? (Spoiler: I Don’t!)

    What do you do to improve your sleep?

    Every time someone asks how I improve my sleep, I feel slightly guilty.

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    Because apparently, I’m supposed to have a routine.

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    People brew chamomile tea, meditate, journal, switch off screens an hour before bed, spray lavender on their pillows, play rainforest sounds, and count sheep like they’re preparing for the Olympics of Sleeping.

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    Meanwhile…

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    I simply go to bed.

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    Well… almost.

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    There is one tiny obstacle.

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    My brain.

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    The same brain that has remained suspiciously quiet all day suddenly becomes the CEO of Midnight Meetings Pvt. Ltd.

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    “Remember that awkward thing you said five years ago?”

    “What if tomorrow’s conversation goes terribly wrong?”

    “Shouldn’t we also plan next month’s grocery list… right now?”

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    Seriously?

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    You’ve had sixteen waking hours to bring this up.

    Now you want a board meeting?

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    Sorry.

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    Office hours are over.

    Please send an email.

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    Most nights, I politely decline the invitation.

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    Because every extra minute spent overthinking is a minute stolen from perfectly good sleep.

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    And I refuse to let imaginary problems rob me of real rest.

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    So, touchwood, I’ve never really had to improve my sleep.

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    The moment my head finally reaches the pillow, it’s game over.

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    No lavender.

    No sleep apps.

    No breathing exercises.

    No smart gadgets congratulating me for existing.

    Just one pillow…

    …and lights out.

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    If I have one piece of bedtime advice, it’s this:

    Don’t let your brain schedule meetings after business hours.

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    Nothing productive has ever happened at 2 a.m.
    Except winning imaginary debates against people who have no idea they’re involved.

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    Sleep is free.
    Overthinking is expensive.
    I’ve decided to invest wisely.

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    Because tomorrow deserves a well-rested version of me,

    not the one who stayed awake arguing with imaginary situations.

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    So, if I have one sleep secret, it’s this…

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    I don’t chase sleep anymore. I stop chasing thoughts, switch off the day, and let my pillow do the rest.

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    Until silence finds another story…
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today | Nihshabd

    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today | Nihshabd

    Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on!

    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today. It may sound like I went on a long walk, but the truth is, those steps happened inside my mind.

    Everyone’s dropping their 5,000-step victories.

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    Meanwhile, I’m over here proudly completing 5,000 thoughts instead.

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    😄 My mind has been running a marathon all day, even if my feet haven’t moved much.

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    Some days, life asks us to slow down rather than speed up. And that’s okay. Tomorrow is another chance to lace up my shoes, step outside, and let my feet do a little of the work my mind has been doing.

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    Until then, I’m celebrating the tiny victories too because every journey starts with just one step, even if that step comes tomorrow. 🤍

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    My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today reminded me that not every journey is measured by a fitness tracker. Sometimes, the longest journeys happen quietly within us.

    Celebrating the little victories with you, always.
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • Let’s Borrow a Little Joy

    Let’s Borrow a Little Joy

    Come…

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    Let’s borrow
    a little happiness
    from the moon tonight.

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    Just a handful.

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    The sky
    has been saving it
    for someone
    who still remembers
    how to look up.

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    We’ll gather
    a few golden sparkles…

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    not because
    they’re rare,

    but because
    we’ve forgotten
    how often they appear.

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    Let’s slip
    a pocketful of stars
    into this little bag.

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    I’m sure
    the sky won’t mind.

    It has never
    counted its treasures.

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    And look…

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    the fireflies
    have already found us.

    Don’t chase them.

    Joy has a funny habit…

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    it always comes closer
    when we stop running after it.

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    Perhaps
    one or two
    will quietly wander
    into our little bag,

    bringing along
    their tiny lanterns
    for the days
    our hearts
    forget their own light.

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    A wandering breeze
    might join us too.

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    If it does,
    don’t stop it.

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    Some winds
    carry the scent of flowers.

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    Some carry rain.

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    And some…

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    carry the quiet courage
    to begin again.

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    Look…

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    the fog
    is slowly hiding
    the edges of the world.

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    Maybe that’s its way
    of saying…

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    “Not everything beautiful
    needs to be seen clearly.”

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    So let’s not hurry.

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    Let’s collect
    whatever the night
    is willing to share.

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    A little moonlight.

    A little wonder.

    A little impossible.

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    And just enough hope
    to make tomorrow
    feel a little kinder.

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    We’ll carry it home
    in the simplest little bag.

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    Because happiness
    has always preferred
    ordinary pockets…

    over golden boxes.

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    And if,
    by morning,

    someone asks
    where all this light
    came from…

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    let’s just smile…

    and whisper,

    “The moon was feeling generous tonight.” 🌙✨

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    Until we borrow a little more moonlight…
    With love,
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Only Thing That Can Silence My Mind… Is Music. 🎶

    The Only Thing That Can Silence My Mind… Is Music. 🎶

    Some storms don’t happen outside. They happen quietly inside us. The only thing that can silence my mind is music.

    What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?

    Have you ever noticed something?

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    Negative thoughts don’t arrive with loud footsteps.

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    They quietly slip into your mind… find a comfortable corner… and before you realise it, they’ve started paying emotional rent.

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    You change your place.
    You keep yourself busy.
    You scroll.
    You cook.
    You clean.
    You tell yourself,
    “Bas… enough. I’m not thinking about this anymore.”

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    Your brain smiles.

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    “Okay… but what if we think about it one last time?”

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    One last time…
    Turns into fifty.

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    And that’s the strange thing about negative thoughts.
    The more you chase them away…
    the tighter they hold your heart.
    I’ve realised something over the years.

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    When thoughts reach the mind, logic can sometimes help.

    But when they sink into the heart…

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    logic loses.
    Advice loses.
    Distraction loses.
    Only music knows the way in.

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    A familiar song doesn’t ask what happened.
    It doesn’t judge.
    It doesn’t interrupt.
    It simply wraps itself around your heart until the noise inside begins to soften.

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    Slowly…
    the breathing becomes easier.
    The chest doesn’t feel as heavy.
    The thoughts don’t disappear overnight…
    they simply stop controlling you.
    That’s the magic of music.
    It doesn’t erase pain.

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    It creates a little space between you and your pain.
    Sometimes that tiny space is enough to breathe again.

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    So these days, when my mind starts writing stories that reality never wrote…
    I don’t argue with it anymore.
    I put on my headphones.
    Close my eyes.
    And let the music do what words never could.

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    Because some medicines aren’t found in pharmacies…
    They’re hiding inside a favourite song. ❤️🎧

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    Keep listening… sometimes music says what words cannot.

    With love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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