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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…
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Continue reading →: Hello, summer :)
Seasons change slowly. It’s a process that takes days and weeks and months. But one summer evening when you’re sitting in bed, you realize it’s a bit chilly. So you take out your blanket and suddenly, winters are here! Change always occurs gradually, it’s the realization that hits all at once.…
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Continue reading →: A letter to our families
It starts when you’re young. When you’re really, really young. It starts when you’re just a toddler and are asked to wear a dupatta over your salwar kameez. You don’t even have breasts, but how does that matter? Guys have wild imaginations. Have some shame. It starts when your cousins don’t…
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 