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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…
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Continue reading →: Shadow of the DayDear Chester, The first line is always the toughest. Type, backspace. Type, enter. Type, delete document. I always pause, stutter, hesitate. Writing late into the silence of nights like these, I feel like I’m laying myself bare. I think of all those letters I never posted, the emails that are…
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Continue reading →: Neon, neon, neonIt’s the 13th of April. There’s something so inauspicious about today. Sinister, almost. I’m not a big fan of this month. I’m waiting for June, desperately. The moon is hanging low tonight, uncannily orange. From my window, it looks like a gigantic bulb in the sky. Alt-J just released the…
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Continue reading →: You’re not my sunshine
You’re not my sunshine You’re the night sky Studded with a million sparkly stars that reflect back My own vices, doubts, fears, dreams, questions I could lie underneath you Awake, uplifted, astute And if I could, I’d never let it turn into day Because the sun could never be what…
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 