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Continue reading →: NowhereAt Nowhere Station, the Animal Express chugged to a lazy halt. While the horses departed with long faces, the giraffes were relieved they could finally stop sticking their necks out. The hens were clucking their way out the door when suddenly, a baby chicken cried out. “Mom, I think I’ve…
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Continue reading →: Summer
Ludo, Chacha Chaudhary, Muskmelon seeds, Low-hanging ceiling fans, Honey bees buzzing around the Kachnar tree, Mango slices pickling in glass jars under the fiery sun, Fluffy bloomers underneath frilly frocks with shiny velcro sandals, Afternoon naps followed by two cups of cardamom tea and two Marie biscuits, Power-cuts, makeshift hand…
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Continue reading →: The Wayward LeafAfter all the clapping, clanking and clanging died down A crisp, wayward leaf let go of a tree branch and landed in my balcony Like a tooth that hangs by a thread in a child’s mouth It stayed still for a while, all by its lonesome It held its breath…
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Continue reading →: Getting through itI don’t know how to deal with this coronavirus situation. None of us do. All of it seems so surreal. I feel anger, because so many people have lost their lives and their jobs. There’s widespread suffering, fear and panic. I feel grief, because none of them deserved to go…
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 ☕
Butterflies and Hurricanes 