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Continue reading →: Your elsewhere is within youI ache to write. And yet, words keep their distance. They hesitate to come closer, afraid of being abandoned again. Maybe they’re angry with me; for not inviting them in. For not letting them fly in through the window, as the relentless grey Berlin sky continues to growl and glower. …
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Continue reading →: A Maudlin Short Story“Can you grieve without suffering a tangible loss?” Ann asked, almost to herself, on one of their daily evening walks. Ed looked at her. “What do you mean?” He liked her like that. When they did things where they didn’t have to focus on each other’s faces—like walking or driving—she…
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Continue reading →: The Art of MovingNothing can prepare you for the whirlwind that is moving countries. Getting a visa is when it begins to get real. Everything before that feels up in the air; fragile. Once the initial giddiness settles down, strange fears start creeping in. What if something goes wrong? What if we don’t…
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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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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 