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Continue reading →: Of College and Shooting stars
I have been procrastinating a blog post for a VERY long time now, thanks to the ever increasing ennui which has been on an all time high last month, but if there was going to be any reason for me to get my arse here and write, it was this:…
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Continue reading →: Dilli diaries: Part III
This is the first time in five months that I’m sitting on my own bed, I’m sleeping in my fluffy blanket, and the first thing I see when I get up is my purple wall. I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME! Coming home after staying at another place is quite indescribable, and only the…
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Continue reading →: Dilli Diaries: Part II
“Ambar pe milte hain kadmon ke nishaan, tere hi har shaam,Khidki pe likhe koi os ki boondon se, tera naam.”I cannot explain why this song makes me feel the way I feel when I listen to it. It brings back a lot of memories, and stirs emotions which I am…
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Continue reading →: Dilli Diaries: Part I
There is something about Delhi. There’s something about the premature winter winds of November, something about the bustling crowd at the metro stations, about the pretty young faces sitting at the Hauz Khas fort, about the restless, busy people walking on the roads, and the young groups of friends outside…
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Continue reading →: We should meet again, you and I
Down the road, somewhere in another world In a white wonderland, on a marble bench Sliding dew drops on a glass window pane In a parallel universe, on a cliff overlooking a valley On a park swing, hearts fluttering in the chill of a foggy night In a galaxy far,…
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 