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  • Success in Life: What Really Matters?

    Success in Life: What Really Matters?

    What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of?

    What If We’re Already Successful In Life?

    Today’s prompt got me thinking about what success in life really means. And honestly, I wasn’t sure where to begin.

    What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of?

    I do have an achievement I’m proud of. When I was beginning the second chapter of my career, I won the Best Documentation Award at a college fashion show. It felt wonderful! Starting afresh and discovering that you can still surprise yourself is quite a feeling.

    But does success always have to come with an award, a certificate, or a grand announcement?

    Apparently, life has performance reviews too. And nobody even tells us the marking scheme! 😂

    What about the day your child looks at you and says, “Mumma, you’re the best”?

    What about having a husband who is always ready to bring happiness into your life, or friends who can turn an ordinary day into a memorable one with nothing more than laughter and silly conversations?

    What about family members who stand by us, celebrate our little victories, and make life’s difficult moments a little easier?

    And what about those days when life throws an unexpected challenge our way, but we somehow find the courage to pick ourselves up and move forward?

    There are no trophies for these things. Yet, they make our lives richer in ways no certificate can measure.

    Success in Life Is More Than Achievements

    I’ve realised that success doesn’t always mean reaching the highest position, earning the most money, or becoming someone the world admires.

    Of course, dreams matter. Achievements matter. We should celebrate the things we work hard for. But we can aspire for more without overlooking the beauty of what we already have.

    Sometimes, success is learning something new. Sometimes, it’s finding the courage to begin again. And sometimes, it’s simply sitting with a cup of coffee, laughing with your favourite people, and thinking, Life is good.

    No big announcement. No motivational music playing in the background. Just a happy heart!

    Perhaps my younger self would be proud of the award I won. But I hope she’d also be happy to see that I’m still learning, creating, dreaming, and finding joy in the little things.

    And if someone introduces a Best at Enjoying Life Award, please let me know. I might have a chance! 😂

    Because here’s what I believe: success isn’t just about how high we climb; it’s also about how happily we live along the way.

    We don’t have to wait until we’ve achieved something extraordinary to feel proud of ourselves. Our lives are happening right now, in the relationships we nurture, the challenges we overcome, the dreams we pursue, and the little moments we sometimes forget to appreciate.

    Maybe the real question isn’t just whether our past selves would be proud of us.

    Maybe it’s whether our present selves are making time to enjoy the life we’ve worked so hard to build.

    And perhaps, years from now, we’ll look back at this very chapter and smile, realising that we had more success in life and more to be proud of than we ever imagined.

    Now, I’d Love to Hear From You! ❤️

    What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of?

    Was it an achievement, a difficult phase you overcame, a dream you pursued, or the beautiful life you’ve built with your family and friends?

    Share your story in the comments. Let’s remind one another that success comes in many forms, and every meaningful little victory deserves to be celebrated.

    And if this post made you smile, share it with someone who needs a gentle reminder that they’re doing better than they think.

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Turns Out, I’m Stuck Being Me. 😏

    Turns Out, I’m Stuck Being Me. 😏

    If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?

    I spent almost the entire day trying to answer this question:

    “If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?”

    Simple question, right?

    Apparently not for me. 😪

    I tried. Oh, I really tried.

    For a while, I was Hermione.
    Then I thought, Why not Enola Holmes? A little detective work could be fun.

    Then Emily showed up.
    Mia got her turn.
    And after all this identity crisis, I finally decided on Mrs. Harris.

    Done. Final answer.

    Except… it wasn’t.

    Because every time I imagined actually waking up as one of them, my brain went:

    “Hmm… nice character. But I don’t think we’re her.”

    And there I was again. Me.

    Apparently, switching lives with a fictional character is much easier to imagine than actually doing. 😂

    I can admire fictional characters, borrow their wardrobes, envy their adventures, appreciate their magic and even temporarily redesign my entire personality…

    But actually switching lives?

    Nope. My personality has rejected the application. 😂

    So, after spending an unreasonable amount of time trying to squeeze myself into someone else’s fictional life, I have finally accepted the truth:

    I am apparently too much myself to become anyone else.

    Sorry, Hermione.
    Sorry, Enola.
    Sorry, Emily, Mia and Mrs. Harris.

    I tried.

    I failed.

    And honestly?

    After all that drama, I think I’ll just keep my own life. ❤️

    Although… if someone offers me Mrs. Harris’s wardrobe, I may reconsider. 😏

    Now I want to know—if you could borrow someone else’s fictional life for a week, who would you become? ✨

    And please tell me you’d actually choose someone…

    because I clearly spent an entire day choosing everyone except myself. 😂

    Maybe you’ll have better luck than I did. 🤍🦋

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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    Fictional Characters | Two Extra Chairs for My Childhood Okay,

    Berk. Where Do I Sign Up? 🐉 

  • Okay, Berk. Where Do I Sign Up? 🐉 

    Okay, Berk. Where Do I Sign Up? 🐉 

    Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

    Take Me to Berk. I Have a Dragon to Catch. 🐉😂

    If I could vacation in any fictional world, I think I’d pick Berk from How to Train Your Dragon.

    Because… DRAGONS.

    Imagine having one waiting outside your house and knowing that instead of getting into a car, you can just climb on and fly away.

    Where?

    No idea.

    That’s the best part. 😂

    Maybe over the mountains. Maybe across the sea. Maybe somewhere I’ve never even heard of.

    I’d probably keep saying, “Let’s just go a little further.”

    And then a little further.

    And then, somehow, we’d be on the other side of the world.

    I’d want to fly when it’s windy, fly when it’s raining, fly through the clouds, race another dragon, find ridiculous little islands and watch the world from above.

    And yes, I’d absolutely name my dragon something dramatic and then spend half my vacation talking to it as if it understands every word.

    Actually… it probably would.

    It’s a dragon. 😂

    The thought of being able to simply take off whenever I feel like it sounds ridiculously exciting to me.

    No traffic. No tickets. No packing half your house for a trip.

    Just you, your dragon and a whole world underneath you.

    Okay, Berk. Where do I sign up? 🐉

    So, what’s your fictional escape plan? And please make it interesting—I want to steal some ideas. 😂

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Historical Event? History Can Wait. My Coffee Can’t. ☕

    Historical Event? History Can Wait. My Coffee Can’t. ☕

    If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?

    Daily writing prompt
    If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?
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    After thinking about today’s prompt way too seriously, I think I’ve finally found my answer. 😂

    “If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?”

    At first, I thought witnessing some great historical moment would be fascinating. 🦋

    Then I thought—maybe I should go all the way back and witness the beginning of the universe. 🌌✨

    Then I wondered what women were actually doing throughout all those historical eras. Were they also just managing homes, raising children, cooking, and somehow keeping everything running while men were busy making “history”? 🧐

    Then I imagined myself actually going back.

    Wars. Crowds. Long journeys. No electricity. No Wi-Fi. No comfortable bed. And absolutely no coffee machine. 😳

    And then I had a very important realization—

    Why exactly am I doing this to myself? 😂

    I’m perfectly happy right here.

    At home.

    With my coffee.

    Let history happen wherever it wants to happen. Let kings conquer, explorers explore, scientists discover, and everyone else make history.

    I’ll happily read about it from the comfort of my sofa. 😁

    Because some historical events are much more enjoyable when you’re not actually there.

    So, time machine…

    Cancel my booking.

    My coffee is still warm. ☕😂

    Now I’d love to hear your answer. What historical event would you choose? Or, better yet, join me for a coffee—we’ll talk about history, life, and probably a hundred other things along the way. ☕😊

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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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

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

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  • Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Uncertainty and Me: It’s Complicated

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you deal with uncertainty?
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    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.”

    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     🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    Adult? I Never Became One — And I’m Not Complaining

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Apparently, I Never Became an Adult

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

    Honestly?

    I am still waiting for that moment.

    I have looked around. I have checked my age. I have done all the things supposedly responsible adults do.

    And yet, somehow, nobody around me seems to have received the memo that I am an adult.

    My mother still gives me advice.

    My brother still gives me advice.

    My husband gives me advice.

    My in-laws give me advice.

    And now, to add insult to adulthood, my children give me advice too.

    They have clearly watched everyone else doing it and thought, “Why should we miss out on this family tradition?”

    Sometimes I genuinely feel my children think I am younger than them.

    The way they advise me, explain things to me, remind me of things, and occasionally look at me as if I am the one who needs supervision… I have started wondering if I am actually the youngest member of this family.

    At this point, I am beginning to suspect that adulthood is a scam.

    The funniest part?

    Nobody even wants my advice.

    I can give it, of course. I am fully qualified. I have experience. I have wisdom. I have made mistakes. I have learned lessons.

    But apparently, my family has unanimously decided that my advice is an optional feature nobody needs to activate.

    Meanwhile, their advice arrives freely.

    Without invitation.

    Without subscription.

    And sometimes before I have even finished explaining the problem.

    “Be careful.”

    “Think about it.”

    “Don’t do that.”

    “Why don’t you…”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Take this.”

    “Have you eaten?”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

    Excuse me?

    I am an adult!

    At least, technically.

    But then I have to admit something.

    I am actually very lucky.

    Because behind every piece of unwanted advice is someone who cares enough to worry about me.

    Behind every “Don’t do that” is someone who doesn’t want me to get hurt.

    Behind every “Take care” is someone quietly keeping an eye on my happiness.

    And the most embarrassing part?

    I often get things before I even ask for them.

    Sometimes before I even realise I need them.

    So perhaps this isn’t about them not accepting that I have grown up.

    Perhaps they simply haven’t stopped loving me like the girl they have always wanted to protect.

    And maybe they don’t really want me to become completely independent of their love.

    Which brings me to my very important conclusion:

    I have decided not to become an adult.

    Why should I?

    I have people who carry my worries, listen to my nonsense, tolerate my tantrums, give me unsolicited advice, and somehow still love me after all of it.

    My adulthood can wait.

    My teenage privileges are clearly still active.

    And frankly, I am enjoying the benefits.

    So, if you ask me when I realised I was officially an adult…

    I didn’t.

    And I don’t think I ever will.

    Because apparently, the people who love me most are doing an excellent job of making sure I never have to.

    And you know what?

    I am perfectly okay with that.

    P.S.

    This is based on a real-life situation.

    And yes, I am still being pampered.

    At this point, adulthood has knocked on my door several times.

    My family simply refuses to let me answer it. 😄

    So, when did you realise you were officially an adult? 😄

    Was it a serious life decision, paying your first bill, giving advice nobody asked for… or are you, like me, still waiting for adulthood to arrive? 😂

    Tell me your moment! 🤍

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    Until the next whisper,
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    © 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. 😂

    What Would You Tell Your Younger Self If You Had a Time Machine?

    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✨

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  • 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     🧿💕

    © 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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    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.

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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. ❤️

  • 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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