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Continue reading →: Inside a Japanese localThere’s hardly any sound except the gentle swoosh and hum of the train we’re sitting in. Standard railway announcements fill the air. This station. Next station. Mind the doors. They’re in Japanese. Sweet, sweet Japanese dipped in rich soy sauce. There are faces around me. Oh, so many faces. I…
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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…
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 