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Newsletter · By Aastha ❤︎ · English · Official site

Indexed issues, last 90 days
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Sep 25, 2026
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  1. Issue · Sep 25, 2026

    a woman is not allowed to be her own person (opens the original)

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    This post is dedicated to my mother. I recently read Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo. The novel is a fictional story based on common underlying facts about the lives of women in South Korea. As a woman, I learnt nothing new from reading this book. The story of Kim Jiyoung is the story of every woman, in some way or the other — we all live variations of this; we all see versions of this story around us; it is ubiquitous.<

  2. Issue · Sep 11, 2026

    feel-good movies (& a show) to fill your soul with (opens the original)

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    play this song while you read: (That’s Amore by Dean Martin)Moonstruck (1987) <img alt="Moonstruck: A Spellbinding Message About Love. Reviewed by JaZmy

  3. Issue · Sep 4, 2026

    for the love of pasta: a namesake, of sorts (opens the original)

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    aastha pasta raste me khaathi he. According to my parents, when I was barely an infant, a 9-year-old boy on the train from Kolkata to Delhi made an entire song rhyming my name with everything he could think of. aastha pasta rasta nashta nachta.1Throughout my life, my name has been constantly rhymed and teased with. My P.E. teacher in primary school in Mexico called me ¡Hasta la Vista, Baby!2 whenever he read my name off t

  4. Issue · Aug 28, 2026

    tender (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn your big baby eyes – these tiny pools of light – I see my age reflected back at me And what it means to get older – how can something so tender and precious exist – glimmering with the feverish glow of the future, how can something so fragile and wonderful be born into a world like this one – this is the fantastic quiet that poems try to capture but words can only fail – falling limpless

  5. Issue · Aug 21, 2026

    the story of the atomic bomb is more than the guilt of a single man (opens the original)

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    <img alt="This may contain: a man in a suit and hat standing on top of a hill surrounded by clouds" class="sizing-normal" height="414" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Kik1!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media

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