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Continue reading →: Time
Time.Please fly.Tonight, just for tonight. A mistake.Words that were not meant to be spokenFlew away amidst the careless jokesCarried away on the wispy winds of a winter nightSuddenly fell upon me like a glacierThe words that left meSleepless, shocked, in a state of disbelief. Is it true?I cannot help but…
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Continue reading →: Good times
“Good times for a change. See, the luck I’ve had Can make a good man Turn badSo please, please, please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time Haven’t had a dream in a long time. See, the life I’ve had Can make a…
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Continue reading →: The Gift
I’m spurting. Big time. A few days back I got a courier. From Flipkart. A book! Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson. From? Chee of course! Of all the Apple fans I know, he is one person who genuinely and honestly idolizes Steve Jobs. I’ve never seen anyone whose a bigger fan of…
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Continue reading →: Happy (Colon Capital) D!
Lately I’ve been kind of an eccentric recluse. Haven’t been talking to anyone much and haven’t been in the highest spirits as well. I have this feeling like I don’t connect with people anymore. Either I’m too crazy for them to get me; or, er, no, that’s it. I’m too…
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Continue reading →: Down is, definitely, the new up
I’m sitting on my PC after very long. I can smell the pleasantly delectable smell of the suji-besan ka halwa mom is preparing. I’m wearing a red and blue salwar kurta with blue jeans. The house is decorated with flowers and lit up with bright, twinkling lights. I’ve played my…
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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 