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Continue reading →: Rain down, on me.
(Hostel view) I love this moment for what it is. I love it that I’m all alone, and I love it that it has been raining since morning. I love the colourful umbrellas hovering about our campus, which looks green and freshly bathed. I love the leaping frogs mucking about…
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Continue reading →: Let go
Days are just passing by. You’ve hardly opened your eyes and it’s time to close them again. I’m thoroughly enjoying the classes and I’m bonding well with my batchmates. Touchwood. The discussions we have and the documentaries/films that we are shown have deeply moved me. I have felt the change…
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We can’t return, we can only look behind
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Continue reading →: We can’t return, we can only look behindI’m so happy today. I’m just so happy. Maybe because Chee shared this article with me and I realized how much it resonated with how I’ve been feeling lately but haven’t been able to put into words. I haven’t even comprehended how much I love the campus and the weather here. I…
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Continue reading →: Over the hills and far away
There is so much to write that I feel like my head is going to explode. My thoughts are fluttering about, all over the place, like twitchy little butterflies, and I’m trying to grab on to one of them, and write something coherent down. It is really difficult when you…
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Continue reading →: Bittersweet Symphony
(A cloudy evening on my terrace) Today is my last day in Agra! It’s funny how this day is nothing like I thought it would be. I’m not galloping from this room to that room, being an absolute delight and making sure mom and dad are going to miss me;…
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 