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Continue reading →: ChrysalisThere is much, much, MUCH to be said and I really need to say it. My mind is going a mile an hour. (That’s really fast, according to Michael Scott, kapish?) So. Hi. How’ve you been? It’s been a whole season, hasn’t it? The last time I wrote here it…
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Continue reading →: Let it happen“I was raging, it was late In the world my demons cultivate.” My head is full of Tame Impala. We attended their concert recently, and it was exactly what I needed it to be. I first discovered Tame Impala—or Kevin Parker—to be precise, back in 2015. His album ‘Currents’ had…
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Continue reading →: Swings & roundaboutsI’ve always had a thing for swings. Every time I see one, I can’t resist it. Apparently, the pendulum-like motion creates a sense of weightlessness that reduces stress. Speaking of, there’s a picture from my childhood featuring a swing that fills me with a deep and sorrowful happiness. (Also, it…
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Continue reading →: Fever dreams“How are you feeling?” “I feel like I’m ailing.” “Ailing from what?” “A fever.” “Do you have a temperature?” “No, it’s a fever of the mind.” That’s how a recent conversation went with a friend recently. There’s no other way to describe it. I got laid off recently, and for…
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Continue reading →: Hope is a yellow leafHello, my lovelies, The last time I wrote here, it was peak summer. And now the end of the year is around the corner. The last three months have been transformational to say the least, and my feelings are bouncing all over the place like newborn pups that have just…
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I’m Astha
Welcome to my blog. I use this space as a pensieve: a place to store my memories and feelings. It’s a rest house. An easy chair. A watering hole for the soul. I’m glad you’re here. Take a look around, make yourself at home ☕
Butterflies and Hurricanes 