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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…
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Continue reading →: AyeshaI have a pen friend from Pakistan The mirror to my soul, the storm to my storm A kindred spirit, as lost and as doubtful as I am She asks me innocently if we have sevai at home And gol gappe and jalebi and aloo ke parathe As if these…
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Continue reading →: What if?I want to hug myself. I really do. This February, I gave myself one of the best experiences of my life. I went to a 4-day forest festival at the Jim Corbett National Park in Uttarakhand. I went alone, befriended a ton of beautiful souls, had deep, engaging conversations, recited…
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 