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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;…
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Continue reading →: Tonight I choose to be sad
For all the relationships gone wrong; for all the misunderstandings; for all the broken promises and the failed friendships; for all the things that were never meant to be. For all the times I should have kept in touch but didn’t, all the times I should have called but didn’t…
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Continue reading →: The Teacher
Reading Tuesdays with Morrie has compelled me to go back into the old, school memories and think about one of the most influential people in my life. I still remember the burnt black marks on his hands. I noticed them first when I went to talk to him about my…
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Continue reading →: So Long, And Thanks For All the Fish
This is something which I had read in the fourth book of Douglas Adam’s Hitchhiker’s Series. I was pondering over something when it just came back to me. And I love the title of the book 🙂 “He said airily, “I want you to tell me a story.” She looked…
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 