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Continue reading →: We are.
My little brother and I played many imaginative games with our toys as kids. Some involved high speed car chases, while some were tear-inducing family dramas. In the evenings we rode our cycles around the neighbourhood, or climbed the kachnar tree or played in the park. Mangu (as we all…
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Continue reading →: When we meet again
When I see you again, I’ll ask you, If you still have dried patches of toothpaste on your T-shirts. And whether you often drift off in movie theaters. Do you still not comb your hair? Do you still tuck it behind your ears when it gets long? When I…
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Continue reading →: Cinder and Smoke
My body automatically stiffens around 7:30 every morning because I know the alarm is going to go off soon. I don’t want it to ring. I don’t want to get out of my blanket. I pull it closer around me, making sure there is no room for any light to make…
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 