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Continue reading →: I feel..
Like an a corrugated iron nail in the ocean Like the wax sliding down a candle Like a fish thrown on the shore by the vindictive waves Like a lonely stranger walking alone on a cold winter night Like the smoke that blows away into eternal nothingness Like a sad…
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Continue reading →: When I think of Bombay..
When I think of Bombay I think of the never ending flyovers and the palm trees. I think of the million CCDs specked everywhere. I think of the humidity. I think of the local trains, vada pav and bhel. I think of the beaches, the malls and the big buildings.…
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Continue reading →: Mary and Max
I saw Mary and Max by Adam Elliot yesterday. And I HAVE to talk about it. Because I can’t get it out of my head. It was one of the most sublime, deep, endearing black comedy movies I’ve ever seen. It’s a true story about how a lonely little eight…
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Continue reading →: The Weekend
My spurtal buddy came to town to give me a visit for the weekend. It was beyond amazing. Beyond perfect. Right from the moment I saw him walking towards me, smiling from ear to ear when I went to pick him up at the station; to the time he peeped…
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Continue reading →: Flute Music
My hands smell of school. The classrooms, the textbooks, the corridors, the desks and chairs. I spent a considerable amount of time cleaning out all my stuff. I now have only one-third of what I had in my room before it got painted! Can you believe that?! There was so…
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 