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Continue reading →: WaitingDear past, present and future friend, Hi. How are you? The rain is beating down on my window sill and creating quite a ruckus. It poured for hours today. I don’t know if it’s the lack of sun or just the range of emotions surging inside me, but I’ve felt…
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Continue reading →: Zombies Aren’t All BadUntil a few days ago, the idea of getting attacked by an undead person was horrifying enough for me to steer clear of all zombie-related content. As fate would have it—as it often does—I somehow found myself smack in the middle of the perfect zombie apocalypse video game: The Walking…
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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…
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 