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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,…
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Continue reading →: Nevermind
It really sucks to know that you were always that warm, smiling girl who everyone was nice to. But not the girl who someone would grab and give a bear hug. It sucks even more to know that a single unfortunate moment when you said something about a certain someone…
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I have no idea what title to give to this post :D
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Continue reading →: I have no idea what title to give to this post :DYes, I know I’m obsessed with the rain and I write about it wayyyy too much. And it’s another one of my I-just-WANT-to-write-a-blog-post-so-I-will moods. But please, I HAVE to talk about it again. Pwetty pwease! It was just too epic. Okay one of the overly used terms here. Epic! Amongst…
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Continue reading →: A thousand little stories
I stood in my corridor in the dead of the night and looked at all the rooms around me. I walked in the corridors, and smiled at the little posters, drawings, messages, or names hanging on the doors. A door suddenly opened, and I peeped inside. Framed photographs, post-its, lights,…
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 