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Continue reading →: Chee’s morning text
“Squeaky ball bouncy ball bounces off the ledge,I catch the squeaky ball and hug it against my chest :*”I just HAD to write it somewhere and preserve it forever. Texts like these are the reason why I smile while solving statistical problems during exams.I still can’t believe he’s a human…
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Continue reading →: Endless Faith
As I sit here on my bed, fingers icy cold, nose red and frozen, and shivers running down my spine, I realize that the shivers may also also due to the Christmas carols that I recall every year during this time. The four purple and white candles, burning incessantly, fighting…
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Continue reading →: Beautiful mess
You know your life is messed up when: 1. You best friend with whom you used to spend every free hour talking about the most inane and inconsequential things, has become one of the friends who sometimes drops by for an occasional visit to catch up. 2. Your…
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Continue reading →: The Times They are A-Changin’
I was listening to The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel last night, when a friend happened to call me up. He asked me what I was up to and I told him. And he goes, “Ugh, Simon and Garfunkel are so GAY! What’s wrong with your music taste? You need…
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Continue reading →: Tangled up in blue!
I’m starting to love Bob Dylan. And The Smiths, Muse and Nirvana. I don’t like being alone in an empty house. Which, um, happens every day. Then I try to do things to keep myself busy so that I won’t start to sulk for stupid reasons. So I tried to…
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 