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Continue reading →: Breathtaking
Never again will we be able to say something is breathtaking It’ll be frowned upon like one of those words that age poorly It’ll be something that loses its meaning another word turned obsolete by another tragedy After the dust settles after the smoke dissipates after the tears dry up…
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Continue reading →: Hello, new cityThere’s always this one moment when you move to a new city. You know the one I’m talking about? The moment that says “You’re one of us now. Make yourselves at home.” That happened to me yesterday. I’ll just get to it in a moment. We had plans of moving…
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Continue reading →: Psst… I’m on to somethingHello dear readers, It’s always a cosy feeling to come back here and type away to my heart’s content. It feels like sinking into a familiar easy chair, one that I’ve known for years and one that feels like home. Which is a nice segue into what I’m about to…
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Continue reading →: Shots fired
It’s always a little shocking when it happens. A sudden surge of irritation. It happens in an instant, like three quick pistol shots inside my head. Pew! An inane noise, like the door slamming shut louder than usual. Pew! An innocuous action, like the fridge door being left open a…
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Continue reading →: Going HomeThe concept of turning into a grown-up is a strange one. You don’t really realise when it begins to happen. You feel young, you feel wild, you go out and party, you socialise, attend concerts and comedy shows, and you know most pop-culture fads. And one day, all of a…
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 