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Continue reading →: Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
Big blue eyes and shimmering blonde hair. Perfect 34” 24” 36” figures and an exquisitely sophisticated wardrobe. Eternal, ceaseless smiles embossed on cheerful plastic faces. They were my world. And what a flowery, glittery, dazzling world it was! I got my first Barbie doll when I was eight. (Before that…
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Continue reading →: Emotional much?
(A self-picture I clicked on a lazy Sunday afternoon) Okay, so there’s the thing. I hate to admit it, but I’m a wimp. Erm, quite a big one at that, I recently realized. I haven’t always been like that. I guess back in the day I was one of those…
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Continue reading →: Marriage on the ‘credit’ cards.
This post is about a cousin of mine who’s about to get married sometime in April. I was really happy for her when I saw her engagement pictures on her Facebook profile. Everything and everyone looked so bright and colorful and sparkling. They were pictures of a typical Indian engagement.…
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Continue reading →: Illusion
The images come to a screeching halt as the mind breaks into consciousness. The ears feel still numb as the deafening noise slowly fades away into the distance. I hear my own raspy, shaky breath as I swallow mouthfuls of air. The pictures are distorted now, they are moving away.…
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Continue reading →: To Heaven and Back!
Impromptu, spontaneous plans are always the best; but ours definitely wasn’t one. We’d been planning for weeks, my sister, cousins and I; changing the prospective destination numerous times. When finally, thankfully it was decided we’d go to Manali. At first the feeling didn’t sink in; not when we booked the…
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 