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Continue reading →: The empty runway
His life was like being at the airport. As if his entire existence pointed towards one objective: waiting for his flight. There was no way out of it. It was a ceaseless, relentless, agonizing wait. Her life was like being on a flight. Held captive by an unstoppable holding pattern.…
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Continue reading →: Of dragonflies and adulthood
Today was a glorious morning. I woke up, and when I drew my curtains apart, I was greeted by a day that most people would call ‘gloomy.’ The sky was overcast with puffy, grey clouds. It was drizzling, breezy and chilly. You have to understand that in India, we usually…
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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…
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 