Tag: small joys

  • Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

    The oldest thing I’m wearing today
    is the way I still fall in love with tiny things. 🌸

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    Tiny joys.
    Tiny moments.
    Tiny unnecessary happiness that serves absolutely no purpose except making life feel softer.

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    I still look at the moon like she personally came to visit me.
    I still pause for orange skies, old songs playing from another room, cold pillows, and the smell of books I had no intention of buying.

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    Some people became cooler with age.
    I became the kind of person who whispers “the sky looks so pretty today” like it’s confidential information.🫣

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    I still listen to songs older than me like they’re personal memories.
    I still open cupboards just to touch my mother’s old sarees sometimes
    soft with time, carrying the quiet fragrance of another generation.
    And somehow, certain fabrics don’t just hold threads,
    they hold festivals, old conversations, familiar laughter, entire versions of home.

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    And honestly, I think that’s the oldest part of me.

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    Not my habits.
    Not my memories.
    Not even the emotional damage carefully marinated over the years.

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    Just this stubborn little ability to be delighted by life.

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    And truthfully, I wasn’t always like this.
    There was a time I thought happiness had to arrive loudly
    as achievements, big moments, big plans, big miracles.

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    But the last few years quietly taught me otherwise.

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    Now I think life mostly happens in smaller ways.

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    In warm tea.
    In window seats.
    In hearing your favorite song unexpectedly.
    In someone remembering how you take your chai.☕️
    In old songs drifting through another room while the evening slowly settles around you.

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    Maybe growing up was never supposed to mean becoming less amazed.✨
    Maybe the real tragedy is how many people stopped noticing the softness around them.

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    Meanwhile, I’m still out here treating fairy lights like a spiritual experience and old sarees like heirlooms from another universe.

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    And frankly?
    I hope that part of me never ages. ✨
    Someone has to keep reacting to flowers and clouds like they’re celebrity sightings. ☺️

    Warm nostalgic artwork with old sarees, books, tea, and the title Some Things Refuse to Age ✨
    Some softness never really leaves us. 🌸

    With Love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Confessions of Someone Who Is Terrible at Shopping Sprees

    Where would you go on a shopping spree?

    Woman holding books and coffee in a warm bookstore with the title “Confessions of Someone Who Is Terrible at Shopping Sprees” and Nihshabd.

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    If someone handed me

    a card with no limit

    and said,

    “Go. Shop your heart out.”

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    I would panic first.

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    Because people like me

    don’t know how to shop our hearts out.

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    We know how to

    compare prices,

    close tabs,

    and say “maybe later.”

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    Shopping sprees belong

    to people who can walk into a store

    and say confidently,

    “I deserve this.”

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    Meanwhile I am in aisle three

    arguing with a ₹200 notebook.

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    Do I need it?

    No.

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    Do I want it?

    Yes.

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    Will I buy it?

    Let me walk around the store

    seven more times

    to emotionally prepare.

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    If I ever went on a shopping spree,

    it probably wouldn’t be in a mall.

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    You would find me

    in a quiet bookstore

    collecting stories like souvenirs.

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    Or standing too long

    in the stationery section

    touching notebooks

    as if inspiration comes

    with better paper quality.

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    Maybe a pen

    that writes smoother than my thoughts.

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    Maybe a candle

    that smells like peace.

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    Maybe a plant

    that I will accidentally over-love with water.

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    And somewhere between

    the books and the plants

    I will still whisper to myself .

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    “Okay but…

    do we really need this?”

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    Because old habits don’t leave easily.

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    Even with unlimited money

    I would probably leave the store

    with three small things

    and a mild sense of guilt.

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    But also a quiet happiness.

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    Which, honestly,

    feels like the only kind of shopping spree

    I know how to have.

    Not loud.

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    Not extravagant.

    Just a small bag of things

    that make life feel

    a little softer.

    Which, in my case,

    is the closest thing

    to a shopping spree.

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    Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved