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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…
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Continue reading →: Be right back, BerlinI have confetti in my heart; glow worms in my stomach, goblins in my mind. I’m going to India tomorrow after more than a year. I feel (mostly) good about it. There’s this special new feeling that I’m beginning to enjoy: the anticipation of coming back home. And by home…
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Continue reading →: A requiem for DecemberAlmost 2 years ago, I’d written something in a blog post. “I dream of sitting by a fireplace in a small, cosy house with the softest snowfall falling outside. I dream of fluffy socks on hardwood floors, […] I dream of running into old friends who become best friends. I…
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 