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Continue reading →: This morning.This morning, I woke up just before daybreak. I keep forgetting how sanguine early mornings can be. Mostly because I never get to experience them. Correction: I shamelessly sleep through them and wake up at noon half-dazed and fighting off the remnants of anxiety-ridden nightmares. This morning, I woke up…
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Continue reading →: CallistemonThere is a bottle brush tree right outside our house here in Agra. It owes that peculiar name to its shape since it looks like a traditional brush used to clean bottles. Not very imaginative, I know. A quick search on Google revealed its true name: Callistemon. Callistemon. I like…
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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…
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 