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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…
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Continue reading →: The Typo
“I feel like I’m a typo.” Ed’s buttery fingers froze mid-way before he could fill his mouth with another handful of popcorn. It was an awfully regular Sunday afternoon. He didn’t shave. She didn’t wax her legs. They were watching re-runs of their favourite show, sprawled on the floor on…
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 