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Continue reading →: The oddity of being usSometimes I’m deeply struck by the unique experience of being me. Nobody really knows what it’s like to be anybody else. You may have people who understand you at a viscerally deep level — parents, lovers, best friends, soul mates. But even they don’t know the exact experience of being…
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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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I’m Astha
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Butterflies and Hurricanes 