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Tonight I choose to be sad
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Continue reading â: Tonight I choose to be sadFor 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 didnât, all the times I should have called but didnât…
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The Teacher
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Continue reading â: The TeacherReading 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 â: 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 đ âHe said airily, “I want you to tell me a story.” She looked…
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The lunatic is in my head.
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Continue reading â: The lunatic is in my head.Whenever someone asks me âWhatâs your favourite food?â and I go âPizzzaaa!â with a stupid grin on my face, they stare back at me blankly. âPizza? Really?â with a raised eyebrow. So what, Iâm too ordinary for you? Well, Iâm terribly sorry. Maybe you already have a ready answer in…
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Continue reading â: Stillness.
There is something about the night time, When the breeze doesnât blow and the moon doesnât shine. When the stars donât smile down at you, A feeling of being in sync with nature. The ebony sky stares back at me, resting Its eyes closed, and its arms enveloping me. I…
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 â
Butterflies and Hurricanes 