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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…
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Continue reading →: Volcano
What do you call wrath of the highest order possible? Burning, scalding, fuming, boiling, erupting, fury? Volcanic teeth-gritting, violent, uncontrolled, heart-burning, explosive, mad, murderous, Kolaveri rage? Resentment so intense that all the disgusting, ghastly, horrifying, terrible swear words of all the languages in the entire world combined cannot substantiate? Hatred,…
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Continue reading →: Awakenings
It was a regular exam day. I, as usual, was running late and was hurriedly revising my formulae during the last ten minutes while frantically searching for my socks and looking for my hair band. Mom barged in my room and asked whether I had breakfast. I blabbered irritably, “No…
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 