Tag: Relationship

  • The Love We Don’t Post About: Finding Love in Little Things

    The Love We Don’t Post About: Finding Love in Little Things

    The Kind of Love Nobody Posts About ❤️

    Love is surprisingly unromantic sometimes.

    It isn’t always roses, candlelight,
    or two people staring into each other’s eyes
    like the electricity bill doesn’t exist. 😄

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    Sometimes, love is simply—

    “Did you eat?”

    “Take an umbrella.”

    “Text me when you reach.”

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    Basically, an unpaid reminder app
    with feelings.

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    It is making tea exactly the way they like it,
    saving the last piece of their favourite dessert
    and pretending,

    “I wasn’t hungry anyway.”

    It is knowing that “I’m fine”
    does not actually mean fine

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    and wisely choosing not to ask,
    “Are you sure?”

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    Love is remembering the little things—
    their favourite song,
    the way they take their coffee,
    what makes them laugh,
    and when they need words…

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    or just a quiet hug.

    It is the blanket pulled over sleeping feet.

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    The message that says,
    “Reached?”

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    The snack brought home without being asked.

    And after a completely unnecessary argument—

    “So… tea?”

    Because somehow,
    even after all the drama,

    love still wants to make tea. ❤️

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    Maybe the greatest love stories
    aren’t the ones that make everyone say, “Wow!”

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    Maybe they’re the quiet ones
    that simply make two people think,

    “I’m glad you’re here.”

    And honestly…

    isn’t that enough?

    (Although I am still keeping
    the last piece of dessert.) 😄❤️

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari 
    🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Rarest Skill We Never Learn

    The Rarest Skill We Never Learn

    What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

    Loving wholeheartedly… and protecting the trust someone places in you.

    I know, I know… people will say, “That’s not a skill.”

    Oh, I disagree.

    Making promises is easy.

    Keeping them? That’s where the training begins.

    Everyone wants unconditional love until they’re expected to be responsible with it.

    Everyone asks to be trusted until trust starts feeling like accountability.

    I’ve always believed that if I let someone into my heart, they deserve my complete trust. I don’t know how to love in percentages. It’s either 100% or not at all.

    Apparently, that’s not how everyone operates.

    Some people treat trust like a free trial—use it, enjoy it, and cancel it when it’s inconvenient.

    The older I get, the more I realize that the rare skill isn’t finding people who can love you.

    It’s finding people who know how to handle someone’s love without taking it for granted.

    Because love isn’t fragile.

    Trust is.

    And once someone places it in your hands, the real skill is knowing what not to do with it.

    That’s a lesson no school teaches… but life certainly does.

    Somewhere Along the Way, We Forgot

    Maybe that’s the skill we’re slowly forgetting.

    We all crave the same things.

    To be loved without conditions.

    To be trusted without suspicion.

    To be accepted without constantly having to prove our worth.

    Yet, when it’s our turn to offer that same love and trust to someone else, we hesitate. We become cautious. We protect ourselves so much that we sometimes forget to protect the person who trusted us.

    Somewhere along the way, we’ve become experts at expecting…

    …but beginners at giving.

    We ask to be understood before we learn how to understand.

    We ask for loyalty before we become loyal ourselves.

    Maybe that’s why so many relationships today begin with excitement but end with disappointment.

    Not because love disappeared.

    But because responsibility did.

    Love is beautiful.

    Trust makes it meaningful.

    Responsibility is what keeps both alive.

    The World We Could Leave Behind

    I often wonder what our world would look like if we taught children that protecting someone’s trust is just as important as earning it.

    That keeping your word matters.

    That loyalty isn’t old-fashioned.

    That kindness isn’t weakness.

    That another person’s heart is never a place to satisfy your ego.

    Imagine an entire generation growing up believing that love isn’t about possession, trust isn’t about control, and relationships aren’t disposable.

    Imagine if they carried those values everywhere—with their families, their friends, strangers, animals, and even the environment they live in.

    Wouldn’t the world become just a little gentler?

    Maybe This Is the Skill We’re Missing

    Maybe that’s why I still believe loving wholeheartedly is a skill.

    Not because everyone can fall in love…

    But because very few know how to honor the love they’re given.

    The saddest part is that we keep searching for better people, while forgetting to become better people ourselves.

    Maybe if we learned this one simple skill, we wouldn’t just build stronger relationships—we would build a kinder generation.

    A generation that understands that love isn’t just a feeling, trust isn’t just a word, and both are far too precious to be treated as temporary conveniences.

    Maybe that’s the most basic skill of all.

    And perhaps that’s exactly why it has become the rarest.

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    Until the next whisper…

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

  • The Heart of Real Friendship ✨

    The Heart of Real Friendship ✨

    What quality do you value most in a friend?

    What I Value Most in a Friend

    A friend is not just someone we laugh with.

    A friend is someone who slowly becomes a part of our story.

    The person who knows the reason behind our smile,
    the weight behind our silence,
    and the meaning of the words we never say aloud.

    With friends, life feels a little lighter.

    We share our dreams, our fears, our mistakes, our victories.
    We trust them with pieces of ourselves that we do not hand to everyone.

    And perhaps that is why the quality I value most in a friend is trust.

    Not the kind that exists only during good times.

    I mean the kind of trust that feels like home.

    The kind that lets you speak freely,
    without wondering if your words will be misunderstood,
    used against you,
    or carried somewhere they do not belong.

    Because once trust breaks,
    friendship may survive,
    but it never sounds quite the same again.

    I also believe a friend should never make you feel
    that your value depends on their needs.

    People are not tools.
    Hearts are not stepping stones.

    A friendship should never begin with affection
    and end the moment its purpose is served.

    The people we call friends
    should cherish us for who we are,
    not for what we can offer.

    And if one day we have nothing to give
    except our presence,
    that should still be enough.

    A friend should never ask us
    to shrink ourselves to fit their comfort.

    Never ask us to think like them,
    live like them,
    or become someone else
    just to keep the friendship alive.

    Because friendship is not ownership.

    It is not control.

    It is not a list of conditions.

    It is the freedom to be different
    and still be loved.

    To disagree and still be respected.

    To grow in different directions
    and still remain connected.

    And there is something else I value deeply.

    A true friend does not rewrite the story
    when they decide to leave.

    They do not turn your kindness into weakness,
    your mistakes into your identity,
    or your trust into a reason to blame you.

    They do not paint you as the villain
    simply because they no longer wish to stay.

    Because if someone once called you a friend,
    then the memories you shared deserve dignity,
    even if the friendship does not last forever.

    The older I grow,
    the less impressed I am by people
    who promise lifelong friendship.

    And the more grateful I become
    for the rare souls who quietly prove it.

    The ones who never use your heart as a convenience.

    The ones who never ask you to become someone else.

    The ones who do not disappear after taking what they needed.

    The ones who stay honest when it would be easier to be selfish.

    Because a real friend is not measured
    by how loudly they call you their friend.

    A real friend is measured by how gently they hold your trust.

    And if I could describe friendship in a single sentence, it would be this—

    A true friend is someone who never makes you regret trusting them with your heart. ✨🤍

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    Three friends sit together against a glowing sunset, symbolizing trust, connection, and the warmth of true friendship.
    The best friendships are built on trust, not conditions. ✨

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit

    Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit

    List your top 5 favorite fruits.

    I used to think choosing favorite fruits was easy.
    Then I realized fruits are basically people with vitamins.

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    Some look sweet and ruin your peace.
    Some look hard and turn out softer than your overused pillow.
    And some… honestly belong in therapy.

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    So here’s my completely unscientific, emotionally damaged fruit ranking:

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    1. Mango

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    The dangerously attractive people.
    Zero consistency. Full personality.
    They appear once a year, disturb your emotional balance,
    make life feel cinematic for three days,
    then vanish like a government website after login.

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    2. Banana

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    The simple, dependable people.
    No confusion. No emotional puzzles.
    Just kindness, consistency,
    and replies that don’t require detective work.

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    The kind of people
    who say “reached home” without being reminded
    and somehow restore your faith in humanity a little. 🍌

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    3. Coconut

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    Looks emotionally unavailable.
    Probably replies with “hmm.”
    But secretly has the softest heart imaginable.
    Opening up to them, however, requires tools, patience,
    and possibly divine intervention.

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    4. Grapes

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    Friend groups.
    You invite one person for chai
    and suddenly there are eleven people sitting in your room
    finishing your snacks and judging your taste in music.

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    5. Watermelon

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    Looks huge. Feels promising.
    But after cutting through all the effort,
    it’s somehow 87% water and disappointment.

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    At this point, my life doesn’t need healing.
    It needs refrigeration. 🍉😭

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    Because every time I meet someone new,
    my heart starts acting like it found
    “limited edition seasonal fruit” again.

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    And honestly?
    Some people are not red flags.
    They’re just fruits you forgot to refrigerate in time.

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    Minimal aesthetic poster with warm sunlight, books, dried flowers, and the quote “Unfortunately, Everyone in My Life Is a Fruit.”
    Some people ripen beautifully.
    Some disappoint quietly. 🍂

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Unfair Levels of Love♥️✨

    Unfair Levels of Love♥️✨

    Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

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    Some people talk about “acts of kindness” like they’re rare, once-in-a-while events.

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    In my case… it’s almost a daily subscription plan 😄

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    My family has this slightly annoying habit of loving me too much.

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    Like… they’ll adjust plans, change schedules, and quietly make space for me—without ever announcing it like some grand sacrifice.

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    They don’t say “we’re doing this for you.”

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    They just do it… and pretend it’s normal.

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    They make sure I don’t feel discomfort, even before I realize I might.

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    They stand by me like it’s the most natural thing in the world—no conditions, no drama, no scoreboard.

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    Honestly, it’s a little unfair.

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    Because how am I supposed to match this level of love? 😌

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    But if there’s one thing they’ve given me, it’s this quiet certainty

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    that no matter what happens outside,

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    there’s always a place where I’m held with more care than I probably deserve… and definitely more than I can ever explain.

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    And yes… I complain about them sometimes.🫣

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    But let’s be real😍

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    life without them would be way less dramatic… and way less beautiful 💛

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    A family of four sitting together by the seaside at sunset, sharing a warm and peaceful moment, with the title “Unfair Levels of Love – Nihshabd” above.
    Where love needs no words… just presence 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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