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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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Continue reading →: I wish airplanes in the night sky were shooting stars
Another excerpt from my diary: I have a thing for airplanes. Like how I have a thing for the rains. And for the beach. And for songs that make me sad. And for guys with dimples. And various other aspects of life. I’ve travelled by air a number of times…
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Continue reading →: Good to be back? Uhm, NO!
This is something I had penned down in my diary in my hotel room after we came back to Chennai: After the weeklong stay at Malaysia and Singapore, landing at the Chennai airport left me stunned for a while. The ‘indianness’ was suddenly so much more magnified and apparent. The…
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Continue reading → : KL
People of the world! How are we today? Wait, before you answer, let me tell you how I am today! I am AWESOME! 😀 I’m sitting in my hotel room in KL and I cannot believe I’m here and the things that I’ve done in the past three days. I’m…
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 