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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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Continue reading →: Letters to DadEver since he can remember, his dad has been his best friend. A fact he wasn’t very comfortable with until he grew up. His friends always found reasons to stay away from their fathers, and he did the exact opposite. He couldn’t get enough of him. When he moved to Japan…
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Continue reading →: A Playlist Called HomeSo, you’re sitting at home, busying yourself on the internet, reading about the virus (while trying not to read about it). As you wait for the pandemic to settle down, maybe this will be of some help. Here are ten of my most favourite songs I find myself returning to.…
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Continue reading →: Squares and Circles
I guess what gets to me the most is not knowing, you know? Not knowing when this will end Not knowing how this will change us How many people will die How many people will suffer In a world that already tries to peg squares into round holes COVID-19 has…
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 