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Continue reading →: Night and DayI was always a good girl because being good was a value fed to us even before we took our first bite of solid food I always thought good vs bad was always as simple as night vs day but we often forget that in the myriad shades of the…
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Continue reading →: A Sliver of Time
Everything is replaceable until you willingly commit to notice the slow, unwavering passage of time As the whites in my hair race to match up to those in mum’s As papa’s wrinkles seem just a little more pronounced through the blurry video call It makes itself palpable with a nuanced,…
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Continue reading →: I’m Sorry, Friend
I’m sorry, friend. I’m sorry if I backed out of the video call we had painstakingly planned. I’m sorry I couldn’t reminisce all those times we spent together laughing our asses off on the streets of Bangalore, walking over each other’s feet, stumbling, hoping to have ice-cream in the middle…
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Continue reading →: Murder
The other day I committed murder I picked up a can of insect spray and killed a couple of cockroaches I watched them panic, losing muscle control then toppling over, writhing, belly-up spasming to an eventual death I thought about that afterwards I didn’t feel much when I decided to…
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Continue reading →: Supernova
When a dying star collapses, it causes a raging supernova the kind that outshines galaxies for several days the kind that can be seen radiating across space When you look up at the star-spangled sky tonight, rejoice in the last hurrah of a brilliant, luminous star one we fondly called…
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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 