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Continue reading →: RansackedYou ransack my soul With a breathless swoosh You colour me with your words A shade I never knew I could be You walk through my wreckage and pick up the shiniest parts of me You salvage me Like a sapling uprooted from a war-torn earth You nurture me…
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Continue reading →: The Wolves and the Ravens
Everything feels still. Finally. I wrote here last on October 14th. A painfully long time ago. Almost three months later, my world seems to have hop-scotched into a newness I’m not sure I’m ready to handle. I had decided to begin the year 2018 by shaking the very core of…
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Continue reading →: BabaI 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…
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Haunted: A Poem
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Continue reading →: Haunted: A PoemIt’s not the meaninglessness that haunts me. It’s the emptiness. It’s the hours and hours of mindless, seamless, boundless searching, worrying, scratching, weeping, struggling. It’s watching the sun go down every day, It’s watching the seasons change the trees, Watching buildings rise and then wither away, Watching people I love…
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Continue reading →: Meteor Shower
How strange is this time. Days pile up against days, float over the little joys and hurt of everyday life like flower petals in the wind. You find yourself grappling through it, immersed in the bittersweet deliciousness of it, and then suddenly, another year has come and gone. The weather…
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 