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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…
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Continue reading →: Love languagesI write this to you on a warm summer evening from a quiet house in Berlin. Our home is not too big, mostly white, and has huge glass windows to let the sun in. It’s 9:30 pm and it’s still bright out. Bees are buzzing around the flowers adorning my…
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Continue reading →: A boxful of hopeWe didn’t bring too many things with us when we moved to Berlin from India. When we landed at the Berlin-Brandenburg airport, all we had were two big suitcases. Two suitcases that somehow managed to hold our entire lives—the life we had left, and the life we were going to…
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 