Category: innocence

• Letters to Dad

  Ever since he can remember, his dad has been his best friend. A fact he wasn’t very comfortable with until he grew up. His friends always found reasons to stay away from their fathers, and he did the exact opposite. He couldn’t get enough of him.  When he moved to Japan for a few months in…

  Astha

  April 14, 2020

  Bangalore, childhood, family, innocence, love, Poetry, writing

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• Language

  My brother and I played with dolls well into our teens. We weren’t particularly proud of that. In fact, we played in secret. Summer afternoons were long, and we spent a major part of the day spinning intricate stories of love, revenge, mystery, and crimes.  There were talking dogs and flying forests. There was music,…

  Astha

  March 29, 2020

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• Baba

  I remember long, dull summer afternoons spent sitting at the dining table with Baba and Dadi. I would stare at my plate and then at my grandfather. “What happened now?” he would ask, eyes twinkling with mild amusement as they always did when I was being troublesome. “I can’t eat anymore. I’m too full.” “Oh,…

  Astha

  October 14, 2017

  Bangalore, books, euphoria, family, freedom, friends, happiness, home, India, innocence, Life the universe and everything, love, memories, moments, nostalgia, past, people, Poetry, thoughts, time, winter, words, writing

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• Hello, summer :)

  Seasons change slowly. It’s a process that takes days and weeks and months. But one summer evening when you’re sitting in bed, you realize it’s a bit chilly. So you take out your blanket and suddenly, winters are here! Change always occurs gradually, it’s the realization that hits all at once. This happens in life too. You’re…

  Astha

  February 23, 2017

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• My Safety Net

  It was a chilly December morning. Mum got out of the cocoon that was her blanket and carefully pulled the foot-rug towards herself with her toes. Stepping on the cold floor made her sneeze unstoppably; and her sneezes were always loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood. Which would actually be of help to her, given…

  Astha

  December 8, 2016

  Bangalore, childhood, crazy, dream, family, home, innocence, life, love, memories, mom, moments, mumma, nostalgia, past, people, random, short stories, silly, sleeping, thoughts, time, weather, winter, words, writing

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