NihshabdBlog

Tag: silent strength

  • NIHSHABD (Beginnings Moving with Fear, Choosing to Begin)

    NIHSHABD (Beginnings Moving with Fear, Choosing to Begin)

    What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

    What’s the thing I’m most scared to do?

    Almost… everything.

    I’m an introvert.

    Fear isn’t a rare emotion for me

    it’s a regular visitor.

    Doesn’t knock. Just walks in.

    Speaking up? Scary.

    Starting something new? Terrifying.

    “What will people think?”

    That fear comes with a lifetime subscription.

    I’m like a pretty little plant

    that flinches even in sunlight,

    yet somehow keeps growing

    because not growing was never really an option.

    The funny part?

    The very things I try to run from,

    life places right in front of me

    no warning, no choice.

    “Here. You have to do this.”

    And every time I think,

    Should I run?

    Hide?

    Disappear into a corner where nobody will find me?

    And I ask myself,

    What would it take to get me to do it?

    But then… something happens.

    A tiny initiative.

    The smallest beginning.

    Hands shaking, heart racing

    yet one step forward anyway.

    Yes, people judge.

    And yes, I judge myself even more.

    But somewhere inside that fear

    lives something rare

    like a diamond hidden inside a difficult stone.

    Quiet. Precious. Real.

    I’m not fearless.

    I’m just moving

    with fear beside me,

    with love in my pocket,

    and a little sense of humour to survive.

    Maybe courage isn’t about being brave at all.

    Maybe it’s about existing,

    and still choosing to begin.

    “A clenched human fist breaking through cracked stone, holding a glowing diamond, symbolising quiet courage and inner strength, with the text ‘Quiet Courage’ and a quote about moving forward with fear, love, humour, and Nihshabd.”
    “Courage doesn’t shout; it moves anyway”

    —Rajeshwari 💕

  • She learned to stay quiet.

    She learned to stay quiet.

    Not because she lacked words,

    but because her feelings were often treated

    as something to manage, not understand.

    She learned that softness

    is frequently mistaken for weakness.

    That asking questions invites judgment.

    That silence can feel easier

    than constantly explaining herself.

    As a girl, she carried things inward

    fears she couldn’t name,

    confusion she was told to ignore,

    emotions she was asked to regulate

    before she truly understood them.

    As a woman, she learned to carry more.

    To love deeply without guarantees.

    To remain composed

    even when her inner world felt unsteady.

    She has flaws.

    She overthinks.

    She feels intensely.

    She doubts herself on quiet days

    when no one sees how much effort it takes to stay standing.

    And still

    she shows up.

    She does the best she can

    with what she has,

    right where she is.

    Wherever she goes,

    she brings something subtle yet powerful

    her presence,

    her warmth,

    her quiet resilience.

    She may not always feel confident,

    but she moves with grace.

    She may not always feel certain,

    but she keeps choosing forward motion.

    She smiles not because life is gentle,

    but because hope is a practice she returns to.

    Again and again.

    There are truths women don’t speak of.

    Not due to a lack of strength,

    but because silence sometimes protects

    more than words ever could.

    Fear, love, embarrassment, longing

    they coexist,

    woven into the same heart.

    This space is for that quiet power.

    For the charm she never announces.

    For the aura she carries effortlessly.

    For the woman who keeps becoming,

    even when no one is watching.

    “If this spoke to you, you’re welcome to sit with it for a while. Some stories don’t ask to be answered — only held.”