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Continue reading →: Proof of ExistenceI had to find my birth certificate today. We were in the middle of some paperwork when this unexpected request was made, and I had to rummage through my Google Drive to retrieve it. So you’re telling me, as a functional human being who’s very much alive, I need to…
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Continue reading →: Dear PixieThis is a letter I’d written to my unborn niece back in May 2021. She’s over seven months old now, but I wanted to preserve this right here on my blog. Dear Pixie, How tiny you must be right now! How petite your little fingers and toes. You’re as big…
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Continue reading →: Group TherapyThe other day I heard a group of ladybirds is called a loveliness A group of butterflies? A kaleidoscope When sharks get together it’s called a shiver And when starlings fly in a swarm: a murmuration I wonder what a group of people is called when they sit together and…
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Continue reading →: WaitingDear past, present and future friend, Hi. How are you? The rain is beating down on my window sill and creating quite a ruckus. It poured for hours today. I don’t know if it’s the lack of sun or just the range of emotions surging inside me, but I’ve felt…
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Continue reading →: Zombies Aren’t All BadUntil a few days ago, the idea of getting attacked by an undead person was horrifying enough for me to steer clear of all zombie-related content. As fate would have it—as it often does—I somehow found myself smack in the middle of the perfect zombie apocalypse video game: The Walking…
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 