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Continue reading →: A bed of flowersI’m home alone. It’s almost midnight. My wheel of emotions is spinning: fast, as always. The loudest feeling coursing through me is gratitude. It may sound like some new-age millennial buzzword that the wellness industry is forcing down our gullet, but it’s really not. This one is homegrown. Gratitude. Gratitude…
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Continue reading →: Hi from a dreamy summerI’m tucked in the strange, snug, soporific space between two jobs. I’m aware of how short-lived it is, and it’s this very awareness that’s making this time so sweet for me. Like concentrated limoncello. And man, I’m enjoying it. Watched a beautiful movie called Three of Us that put me…
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Continue reading →: Somewhere, nowhere, nowAnn “What are you thinking?” Ann asked “I’m thinking…” Ed trailed off. Ann looked at him. Patient. “I’m thinking how you can think so much about what I’m thinking.” They were at Paradise beach in Pondicherry, on their annual holiday together. Now that they lived apart in different cities, this…
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Continue reading →: The golden hourThis morning my husband and I woke up with the Xbox controller between us—like it was our baby—snug and cradled. It was pretty clear I was gaming in bed the previous night until my eyelids became sandbags and gave in. That’s the thing with me. I don’t just play games.…
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Continue reading →: Autumn, is that you?I love September. This September, in particular, is tingling with good things to come. My heart is flitting about like a happy butterfly. I have too many things to talk about though, so let me jot it all down in a list: I’m glad that even though I haven’t been…
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 