Seeking solace in poetry, cinema and flowers; a daydreamer with her head in the clouds, Aastha is consciously trying to build narratives, and make art with a tinge of madness and a sprinkle of pixie dust.
Her deepest desire to share the tales of love, happiness, loss and grief through the flowers she names and the characters she builds reveals the odd comfort of melancholy inside, and implants narrative enigmas.