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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…
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Continue reading →: Fairies and sister livesThey say you shouldn’t write when you’re too emotional. Actually, I don’t really know if they say that but it sounded like a cool way to start a post. Some days I realise how witty I can be. And cute and funny, smart as a tack and entertaining. On such…
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Continue reading →: Growing painsThe Berlin sun is shining in all its golden glory. Yesterday, after a delish breakfast, I spent the entire afternoon walking through the streets and parks of Berlin with a friend. The weather has finally hit the sweet spot. Chilly and warm at the same time. The leaves are an…
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 