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Continue reading →: Dear 21-Year-Old-Me
Dear 21-year-old me, I knew I was going to write this letter to you many years ago, and when do I finally write it? On the very last day. Some things about you are never going to change. Well, never is still too strong a word, but they won’t change…
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Continue reading →: The MonasteryI find myself standing in a long queue in a dimly-lit hall. There’s an aisle leading up to a door framed by thick, heavy curtains. Long, steely corridors. Red granite floors. Sunlight struggling to permeate through the dark tapestries. I see a young man in a maroon toga, scrambling down…
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Continue reading →: PerchedWhen love comes to you, it comes as quietly As a little butterfly that perches itself on the tip of your nose. You freeze. You don’t want to spook it out. You don’t want to scare it. You don’t want it to to fly away, now do you? So you…
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Continue reading →: Summer Dreams and Langra AamIf I could capture the entirety of summer in a small glass vial, I would use a fragrance. It would be that of a Langra Aam. (How do we not have a Langra Aam perfume yet by the way? A summer special by the likes of Alia Bhatt or some…
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Continue reading →: Goodbye, sabbatical!
6th December, 2017 was when my much-awaited break began. Today is the 6th of May, 2018. It’s been five whole months. Tomorrow is my first day in my new office. In a way, it feels like my first working day all over again. Five magical trips, heaps of unhealthy food,…
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 