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Continue reading →: Drifting
That’s right, laugh it over, I sit here, and you’re miles away. And I’m drifting. Drifting away to a world unseen, A place meant only for me. A place unborn, a place untouched, even by me. That’s right, talk it over, You might wanna know, you might wanna see. You’re…
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Continue reading →: The Voyage
The sailor stood on the deck, frowning; looking over the sea, He had faced quite a few storms; yet further more he wanted to see. The air had begun to feel different; the water darker than before, The wind in his hair, deep in thought; wondering when he’d reach the…
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Continue reading →: High on life!
(And the sultry day transformed into a beautiful, breezy one. Ahh, Paradise!) Today is a good, good day. I’m perched on a couch in my sister’s flat in Baroda, which is my current abode for the whole month of June. Why? I came here for my Summer Internship; reached on…
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Continue reading →: One happy revolution it’s been :)
It was extremely hot today and I was trying to pack my bags (I’m leaving town for a month in a couple of days). The doorbell rang, and my brother yelled and asked me to come out. I was already hot and bothered and I felt even more irritated when…
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Continue reading →: A place I called home
Lately I’ve been having long, intricate, adventurous dreams every single night. The ones that make you feel like you haven’t really slept properly because your mind hasn’t exactly been to rest. I don’t mind dreaming, (in fact, I love it); what I do mind is when the dream vanishes as…
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 