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Continue reading →: Dear 27-year-old meBack in 2012, I decided to write a letter to my younger self every seven years. Here’s the first one in the series (look at that cute MS Paint drawing!) and here’s the second one. This year, I decided to turn it into a chat: Astha2026: Hey baby Astha_2018: Wait…
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Continue reading →: The price of freedomThis morning, I found myself having brunch at a neighbourhood cafe with friends. It’s a beautiful, sunny autumn day in Berlin, and yet my heart is not here. It’s drifted away to the heavily-cordoned and militarized streets of Delhi, where protestors are currently being manhandled and detained. It’s in freedom…
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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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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 ☕
