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Continue reading →: Goodbye, Kentucky
A short story inspired by Iron and Wine, and sleepless nights. Dear Danielle, From the day you moved in to the farm, I knew I could talk to you. I had spent many a day alone, tending to the farm all by myself, with only the hens and the chickens…
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Continue reading →: A Heart Full of Wine
“Which was your favourite place in Europe?” they ask me. “What was the best thing you did?” “Why don’t you write a travelogue?” And I just sigh, and smile, and stall before I can give them an answer. The truth is, no matter what I say to them, it will…
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Continue reading →: The Incandescence of a Glow Worm in a Jar
This is the second guest post on my blog, written by one of my most favourite people in the world. She knows when I’m upset even before I know it, she understands my silence better than I do, and she inspires me to come out of my momentary lapses…
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Continue reading →: Naale Baa Bhoota and the Lessons I learnt
So, for the first time ever, in the history of my blogitude, I have found someone worthy enough (and willing) to write a guest post for my blog! Presenting, Mr. Nitin Awesomesauce Kumar, and his hilarious piece about a phrase I’m going to probably stick to my office desk very…
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 