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Continue reading →: Parasites
This is harder than I thought it would be. There comes a time after you shift to a new place when the weight of everything that has changed suddenly hits you like a train. In the beginning I was excited. I was nervous but I was eager. Every hardship was…
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Continue reading →: In the city of dreams. And some nightmares.
Today I knew I just had to gather everything inside me and just write.I turned twenty three on November 9. Almost a woman now(?) Had a nice dinner with friends. I don’t really get excited about my birthday anymore. I feel nothing really. A tinge of shock and disappointment, at…
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Continue reading →: The one about obscure joys and sorrows
I’m listening to the Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. The song that plays when Ross and Rachel are in the planetarium on their first date. (If you don’t know who they are we can’t be friends) Mushy mushy mushy. I love his voice. This song is so romantic. It makes…
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Continue reading →: ‘Cause I’ve got a peaceful, easy feeling :)
A few days back a friend visited the campus and he made me look at my campus in awe all over again, through the eyes of an outsider. I live in the kind of place where people pay thousands of rupees to go vacationing to. I have been dabbling into…
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Continue reading →: Same story, different place
We have all read the news today, and are all experiencing the same feelings yet again: shock, revulsion, fury and déjà vu. A 23-year-old woman was raped at Shakti Mills compound in Mumbai. No, she was not wearing a short dress. It was not late at night. She was not…
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 