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  • Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures

    Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures

    What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

    Women get emotionally attached to the strangest things. ✨

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    An old receipt tucked inside a book.
    A dried flower saved between pages for years.
    A dupatta that still smells like home.
    Tiny notes, movie tickets, gift wrappers, empty perfume bottles “just because,” and boxes filled with memories nobody else would understand. 😭

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    And of course… those clothes that no longer fit but are still hanging safely in the cupboard because “what if I lose weight someday?” 🫣
    Every woman has at least one outfit she refuses to give away out of pure hope, delusion, and emotional attachment. 😭

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    Some clothes stay in our cupboards
    not because they fit our bodies anymore…
    but because they still fit a version of us we’re not ready to let go of. ✨

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    To the rest of the world, it may look like clutter.
    But women rarely keep things for their price.
    They keep them for the feelings attached to them.

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    A simple object becomes a memory.
    A memory becomes comfort.
    And comfort quietly becomes impossible to throw away.

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    Women have a beautiful habit of turning ordinary things
    into emotional time machines. 🤍

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    Some women keep their mother’s sarees like inherited pieces of love.
    Some keep old letters they pretend they don’t read anymore.
    Some keep clothes from happier days,
    hoping the feelings stitched into them never fade completely. ✨

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    And somehow every little thing carries a story:
    who they were,
    who they loved,
    what they survived,
    what they lost,
    and what they still secretly miss. ✨

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    Women are funny that way.
    They can throw away logic in two seconds…
    but will protect a tiny meaningless object for ten years because “it feels special.” 😭🤍

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    Maybe that’s the beauty of women.
    They don’t just live life.
    They preserve it softly in corners, drawers, books, fabrics, scents, and silent little treasures the world would never notice.

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    A warm, nostalgic featured image showing sentimental treasures women hold dear folded fabrics, old photos, movie tickets, handwritten notes, flowers, and cozy vintage décor beneath the title Women & Their Tiny Emotional Treasures with Nihshabd written elegantly below. ✨

    Women don’t collect things… they collect little pieces of their hearts. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    The “Maybe Later” Life of Women 🤍

    What is your career plan?

    I had many, honestly.

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    Some days I was supposed to become a famous illustrator.
    Some days, a writer.
    Sometimes I discover a new talent at 2 a.m. and immediately plan an entire successful future around it before sleeping peacefully like a visionary.

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    Homemakers are actually full of potential.
    Dangerous amounts of potential.

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    We can manage homes, budgets, emotions, schedules, disasters, and people who suddenly remember important things exactly when we sit down to rest.

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    But somewhere between taking care of everyone else’s needs and postponing ourselves “just for now,”
    our dreams slowly stop sounding like plans…
    and start sounding like hobbies we apologize for having.

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    That’s the strange thing about homemakers.
    We don’t give up on our dreams dramatically.

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    We just keep moving them to tomorrow so lovingly, so responsibly, so repeatedly…
    that one day even the dream starts feeling guilty for existing.

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    And maybe this is true for so many women —
    they never really stopped having dreams, ambitions, or career plans.
    They just became so busy building everyone else’s life
    that their own quietly kept waiting.

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    But I hope they never believe it is “too late” for them.
    Because dreams do not expire simply because a woman chose responsibility before herself.

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    And one day, I hope every woman gets to return to the version of herself she once imagined
    not as someone selfish,
    but as someone finally remembering that her life mattered too. 🤍

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    Dedicated to all the women who kept everyone else’s world running while quietly placing their own dreams on hold.

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    A thoughtful woman sitting by a window, surrounded by notes and dreams, with the title The “Maybe Later” Life of Women written artistically beside her.
    Some women keep becoming everyone else’s future… while postponing their own. 🤍

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • Chaos, Love & Unlimited Laughter

    Chaos, Love & Unlimited Laughter

    What makes you laugh?

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    “What makes me laugh?

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    Oh, where do I start…

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    My kids’ nonsense logic that somehow defeats all my ‘grown-up wisdom’.

    Ludo games that turn into mini Mahabharat at home.

    Friends who roast me like it’s their full-time job.

    And my husband… who thinks he’s the calm, sensible one,

    but ends up giving me the most reasons to smile—without even realising it 😄

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    I laugh at silly jokes, terrible puns, and those random moments that make no sense but feel like magic.

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    Sometimes, it’s not even funny…

    but it’s ours — and that’s enough to laugh till it hurts.

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    I think I don’t just laugh at things…

    I laugh with people I love.

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    And honestly, that’s my kind of happiness 🤍✨”

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    Message to all women 🤍

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    We are the ones who turn houses into homes,

    who fill ordinary days with warmth and laughter.

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    Not everything deserves a place in your heart—

    let the small things go,

    and hold on to the joy that’s already waiting for you.

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    Live freely, laugh openly,

    and keep your home—and your heart—full of light ✨💛

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    A joyful family playing Ludo together, laughing and teasing, capturing warmth, love, and everyday happiness at home.
    Where chaos feels like love and laughter feels like home 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • What Peace Taught Me 

    What is the last thing you learned?

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    Woman sitting by a calm lake at sunrise, reflecting in silence and peace.
    A quiet moment where peace finally speaks.

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    The last thing I learned

    did not arrive in a classroom,

    or a self-help book

    with a smiling author

    telling me to “manifest better energy.”

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    It arrived

    after I spent years

    trying to fix things

    that were not broken

    .

    just

    not meant for me.

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    For a long time

    I believed patience could solve anything.

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    Give it time.

    Give it love.

    Give it another conversation.

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    Give it one more chance.

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    Apparently,

    I was running an emotional charity

    no one applied for

    but everyone benefited from.

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    I believed if I tried harder

    people would understand me.

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    If I explained better

    things would change.

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    If I stayed longer

    something would finally click.

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    What finally clicked

    was something else entirely.

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    Peace.

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    Quiet, stubborn,

    unapologetic peace.

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    It showed up one day

    looked at the chaos around me

    and said,

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    “I’m not living here.”

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    That was the day

    I learned a new skill:

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    Letting go.

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    Not the dramatic

    movie-style goodbye.

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    Just a quiet

    mental unfollow.

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    Some people

    are chapters.

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    Some situations

    are footnotes.

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    And some things

    are simply drafts

    life decided not to publish.

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    So now

    I let go of what resists me.

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    I stop arguing with closed doors.

    I stop watering plastic plants.

    I stop auditioning for roles

    in stories that never had my name in them.

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    And honestly?

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    The silence afterwards

    is beautiful.

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    Because the last thing I learned

    is something surprisingly simple:

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    Peace is not something

    you find.

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    It is something

    you protect.

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    And once you taste it,

    you stop fighting

    for anything

    that disturbs it.

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    A small reminder to every woman reading this —

    we spend our lives keeping everyone happy,

    and somehow end up standing alone with our own storms.

    So give your peace a little importance too.

    At least a small share of calm in this life should belong to you.

    Protect your peace… the rest is manageable.

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    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

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  • ✨Beautiful Mess✨

    ✨Beautiful Mess✨

    You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

    “I didn’t ask for a dramatic life

    but apparently, I was cast as the main character anyway.”

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    No audition.

    No rehearsal.

    Just life handing me a script

    with seventeen plot twists

    and absolutely no instructions.

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    I try doing everything at once.

    Write something meaningful.

    Fix my future.

    Organize my chaos.

    And somehow remember

    why I walked into the room.

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    My brain is a busy marketplace

    ideas shouting,

    dreams bargaining,

    doubts offering discounts.

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    People say,

    “Take it slow.”

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    Slow?

    My thoughts run marathons

    while I’m still tying my shoes.

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    Some days I’m confident

    I’ll conquer the world.

    Other days I’m Googling

    “how to get life together in 5 easy steps.”

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    But here’s the secret:

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    Between the confusion,

    the unfinished plans,

    and the dramatic internal monologues,

    something beautiful keeps happening.

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    I grow.

    I learn.

    I try again.

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    So yes,

    maybe I didn’t ask for this role.

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    But if life insists

    I’m the main character…

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    I might as well

    play it well.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • My Survival Starter Pack🎧

    My Survival Starter Pack🎧

    What are three objects you couldn’t live without?

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    People chase enlightenment.

    Cute.

    I just need three things to stay functional:

    my phone, my iPad, and music that hugs my brain.

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    1. My Phone — my loyal, toxic soulmate

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    My phone is basically in a long-term relationship with me.

    It sees everything:

    my late-night chaos, my early-morning delusion,

    and every screenshot of people I pretend not to stalk.

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    It gives me red flags disguised as notifications

    and still acts shocked like,

    “Storage full? Babe, you did this.”

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    But honestly

    no one knows me the way my phone does.

    Not even me.

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    2. My iPad — where my sanity goes to detox

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    The moment I pick up my iPad,

    I transform into the artist version of myself

    that real life is clearly too scared to handle.

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    Brushes, layers, colors

    this is my therapy without the invoices.

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    It’s the only place where I make a mistake

    and the universe actually gives me an Undo button.

    (Real life should take notes.)

    ..

    3. Music — the mood-fixer, ego-booster, brain-therapist

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    Music isn’t background for me.

    It’s my entire emotional operating system.

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    Low energy?

    The beat slaps me like,

    “Get up, diva.”

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    Overthinking?

    The melody whispers,

    “Ssshh, babe… breathe. I got you.”

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    Feeling hot?

    Music switches on my main character syndrome

    without even asking for WiFi.

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    It’s the only thing that flirts with me daily and never gets blocked.

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    THE END (and also the truth)

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    So yes

    give me my phone, my iPad, and my music.

    Keep the rest of the world.

    People drain my battery,

    but these three?

    They charge me

    emotionally, mentally, and occasionally… literally.

  • The Beauty I Grew From♥️

    The Beauty I Grew From♥️

    What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

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    What helped me grow?

    Honestly… my habit of finding joy

    in places no one even checks.

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    I grew when life handed me small moments—

    a pretty sky,

    a good song,

    a silly conversation,

    a smile from someone who didn’t know

    they just made my day.

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    I grew because I laugh easily,

    love openly,

    and get excited over the tiniest things

    yes, even perfectly crispy dosa.

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    I grew when I realised

    life doesn’t have to be perfect

    to feel beautiful.

    Sometimes it’s just one good joke

    away from being amazing.

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    I grew when I loved someone

    with my whole, bright heart

    and loved myself

    with even more sparkle than that.

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    I grew through the “oops” moments,

    the “lol forget it” moments,

    and the “thank God nobody saw that” moments.

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    I grew by staying kind

    even when sarcasm deserved a trophy.

    And by staying soft

    even when the world tried to act tough.

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    Most of all

    I grew because I never stopped choosing happiness.

    Not fake-happy.

    Not show-off happy.

    But the honest, warm,

    “I’m grateful for my life” kind of happy.

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    So yes

    my growth came from joy.

    From dance-in-the-kitchen joy,

    laugh-with-your-friends joy,

    sit-in-silence-and-smile joy.

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    And from knowing that

    no matter what life brings…

    I’ll always find something beautiful in it. ✨

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    ✨The Support Behind My Smile♥️✨

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    And through it all,

    I grew because I was never alone.

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    Because my family held me

    no matter who I was becoming.

    Because my friends stayed close

    even from miles away.

    Because life kept sending

    small lessons wrapped in kindness.

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    If I shine today,

    it’s because of every heart

    that quietly walked with me. ✨

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    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

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  • Do I Believe in Fate? (Unfortunately… Yes.)

    Do I Believe in Fate? (Unfortunately… Yes.)

    Do you believe in fate/destiny?

    Some days, I swear I’m the CEO of my life

    I plan, I hustle, I re-plan,

    and then Destiny just walks in like,

    “Cute. Anyway…”

    and presses backspace on everything.

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    I try hard,

    I pray harder,

    I even Google

    “why am I not getting what I want despite trying so much”

    like some desperate midnight researcher

    but the results?

    What I wanted: Nope.

    What I did not ask for:

    Here, take it. Urgent delivery.

    (Sincerely,

    The Universe,

    with terrible timing.)

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    Sometimes I feel Fate is that silent old man

    sitting in the corner

    calm, harmless

    until the moment I make a decision.

    Then suddenly he whispers,

    “Let’s add a twist.”

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    And then there are those uninvited out-of-nowhere moments

    the ones I never called, never manifested,

    but they show up anyway like,

    “Hi, I’m here to confuse your life,

    derail your plans,

    and maybe… accidentally make sense?”

    If that’s not destiny,

    then what is?

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    Because honestly

    Some things just slip out of our hands,

    no matter how tight we hold.

    And I keep trying to control everything,

    like a responsible adult-in-the-wrong-movie,

    while the Universe upgrades

    its drama budget every month.

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    So yes,

    I believe in Fate

    but not the glittery, magical kind.

    More like the kind where Destiny looks at my effort and says:

    “Effort: 10/10.

    Result: Lol, no.”

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    And me?

    I get up again,

    add some sarcasm,

    fix my eyeliner,

    and try once more.

    Because maybe Fate is secretly wondering,

    “When will this girl give up?”

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    And I’m like

    Never.

    You’re a twist.

    I’m a twist.

    Let’s see who wins.😁

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved.

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  • ✨ Gone Without Goodbye

    ✨ Gone Without Goodbye

    Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

    There was a phase of my life

    that didn’t just happen to me—

    it lived inside my bones.

    The kind that leaves slowly,

    like someone taking their hands

    off your throat…

    but gently.

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    I knew it was ending

    long before I admitted it.

    Goodbyes always start

    with silence —

    the kind you pretend not to notice

    while noticing every second of it.

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    Some days it felt like

    love wearing borrowed clothes—

    a little tight,

    a little loose,

    anything but mine.

    And yet,

    I kept adjusting myself

    like a fool

    hoping the fitting would change.

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    When it finally walked away,

    I didn’t cry immediately.

    I just forgot how to breathe

    for a few weeks.

    Funny, right?

    You don’t realize someone

    was oxygen

    until you’re counting

    your inhales like bills.

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    But the strangest thing?

    I still feel relieved

    knowing they’re okay

    wherever they are.

    Like…

    I don’t want them back,

    but I don’t want them hurting either.

    Life is weird.

    Or maybe I am.

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    And then there were the goodbyes

    that weren’t even goodbyes —

    just sudden disappearances

    into a place no map can bring them back from.

    The kind that split your existence

    into a “before” and an “after.”

    When they left,

    they didn’t just leave the world —

    they left my world.

    It felt like someone pulled a rib out of me,

    a whole structure of safety and warmth,

    and now I live with a space inside my chest

    that no love, no person,

    no future can ever refill.

    It doesn’t heal…

    you just learn to walk around it

    like a crack in your own spine.

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    Even now, when a certain song plays,

    my chest remembers

    what my mind has forgiven

    and my heart has outgrown.

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    And that phase?

    I’ll never get it back.

    But I’m learning to love

    the version of me

    who survived it —

    without bitterness,

    without blame,

    without begging anyone

    to stay.

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    🌸 A Message for Every Woman

    — Read This Slowly

    Choose yourself.

    Always.

    At every turn, every milestone, every heartbreak.

    Love yourself loudly enough

    that people think twice

    before leaving

    and think a hundred times

    before hurting you.

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    Stand on your own feet

    so firmly

    that anyone who walks beside you

    knows it is an honour —

    not a favour.

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    Let the world learn

    how to love you

    from the way you love yourself.

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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  • The Ones Who Know I’m Not Always Easy 

    The Ones Who Know I’m Not Always Easy 

    Who are your favorite people to be around?

    Who Are My Favourite People To Be Around?

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    The Ones Who Don’t Need Me To Be Pleasant To Be Loved

    My favourite people

    are not impressed

    by my efficiency.

    They are not waiting

    for me to be calmer,

    nicer,

    more adjusted,

    less complicated,

    more available,

    less emotional.

    They do not love

    the version of me

    that manages everything.

    They love

    the one

    who occasionally forgets

    why she walked into a room

    and stands there

    like a buffering video

    in her own life.

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    **The Ones Who Know

    Silence Is Also A Language**

    We don’t always talk.

    Sometimes

    we just sit together

    doing different things

    on different sides

    of the same exhaustion.

    No fixing.

    No analysing.

    No

    “you should try yoga.”

    Just presence.

    A kind

    that does not feel

    like performance.

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    The Ones Who Let Me Change

    My favourite people

    do not archive me

    into versions:

    “You were not like this before.”

    “You used to be fun.”

    “You’ve changed.”

    Yes.

    I have.

    Grief changed me.

    Motherhood changed me.

    Healing changed me.

    Pain changed me.

    Learning how not to apologise

    for existing

    changed me.

    They do not expect

    consistency.

    They allow evolution.

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    **The Ones Who Understand

    That Care Is Sometimes Untidy**

    Care

    is not always

    remembering birthdays

    and planning surprises.

    Sometimes

    it is:

    • forwarding a job link

    • asking if I ate

    • not taking my bad day personally

    • closing the kitchen cabinet I left open for the 9th time

    Care

    is maintenance.

    Daily.

    Uncelebrated.

    Unposted.

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    **How To Be Someone’s Favourite Person

    (From A Woman Who Is Tired Of Explaining)**

    • Listen

    without preparing your defence.

    • Don’t offer solutions when someone is offering vulnerability.

    • Don’t compete with someone’s pain by narrating your own.

    • Ask “Do you want comfort or clarity?”

    • And most importantly:

    Do not punish honesty by withdrawing warmth.

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    What Stays

    My favourite people

    are not the ones

    who make life easier.

    They are the ones

    who don’t leave

    when it isn’t.

    And somewhere

    between staying

    and understanding

    love

    quietly matures.