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Continue reading →: Benaam
वो कहते हैं हमें उस ही तरह जाना है, जिस तरह हम आये थे अकेले, बेनाम, बेबस, बेख़याल, बेबाक हमारा वजूद एक दिन मिटटी में मिल जायेगा तो किसी भी चीज़ पे जज़्बात बर्बाद करके क्या फ़ायदा? बात तो सही कहते हैं वो आखिर आज कल हर काम फ़ायदे के…
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Continue reading →: Let’s stop celebrating over-exhaustion at workI have been working for five years now. Mostly in the media industry as a “communications professional” in different capacities: as a journalist, content writer, copywriter, social media manager, community manager, digital marketing manager, communications specialist. Wait a minute, are you a young, doe-eyed, career-oriented 22-year-old? Pfft, don’t worry. These…
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Continue reading →: DadiFor some reason, what I remember most vividly about her is her eyelids. They reminded me of aam papad. The sweet, moist snack made of mangoes and sugar syrup. As I begrudgingly lay next to her for our afternoon nap, she often narrated an old folklore to me, with her…
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Continue reading →: Zabaan
कुछ अजीब सा रिश्ता है तुम्हारे साथ, अकेले में जब बैठती हूँ, तो प्यार से बाहें फैला के तुम ही मेरे पास आती हो, रात के सन्नाटे में जब नींद नहीं आती, तुम्हारी ही गोद में सोती हूँ, तुम्हारे साथ वक़्त कम मिलता है अब, लेकिन जब भी दिल के…
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Continue reading →: Tossed Salads & Scrambled EggsWell, well, well. A moment of silence for all my grandiose plans of updating my blog timely. It seems the older I get, the more difficult it gets to express my truest emotions. It’s as if my thoughts are getting chunkier, and the sieve of my mind, finer. When I…
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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 ☕
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