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Continue reading →: WeaveI’ve often been asked this question What would you do if it weren’t about money? I chewed on that for a while and decided I’d like to be a weaver but one who weaves feelings into a string like an ornament with myriad threads various hues of blue, red, yellow,…
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Continue reading →: I WonderI wonder if governments will look up at the blue skies At the clean rivers and lakes and stars, and for once look beyond profits, investments and balance sheets I wonder if they’ll look at the pollution levels plummeting and feel a new bud of possibilities sprouting inside of them…
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Continue reading →: DownpourOnce upon a time, humans woke up to realise the sun had become toxic. It had turned on them in a way that even the tiniest beam of light on their skin could burn it right to the bone. The very light that gave them life suddenly became life-threatening. The…
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Continue reading →: The LetterHey you, It happened again, didn’t it? I’m so sorry. It seems like no matter how hard we try, we just can’t seem to make it work. I’ve tried. Trust me, I really have. I know you have too. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to be with…
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Continue reading →: LullabyDo you have dreams that are so intense you wake up believing—nay—you’re convinced they had to be true on some level like in another dimension, they were real? In my dream last night, I found a special lullaby Written inside a crusty novella I found in an old bookshop Nicked…
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 