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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…
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Continue reading →: Off to a land far far away!
Some days turn out to be hilarious. But some days begin in the most comical way possible. My mom came to wake me up in the morning and the general custom is that she shakes me and pokes me and I cover myself up and mumble things like “Go away”,…
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 