It has been 9 years.
She can still hear her voice when she reads her letters.
It has been 9 days.
She can still hear his laughter through his photographs.
It is cruel what memories can do to you.
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Hello,
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 ☕
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