A gentle note that before you roll your eyes at posts on how it will soon be 5 years since the pandemic began in India (and elsewhere), some of our lives altered irrevocably from 2020 on, some of us have yet to recover, if we ever can. It is not just the years we are counting.

When you get flowers for no reason in an era of emotional ghosting. Today's #ParonormalActivity
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Word of the Day is ‘bayard’ (16th century): one who has the supreme self-confidence of ignorance.

It is true there is not enough beauty in the world.
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it.
Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am
at work, though I am silent.

—Louise Glück, from "October"

YEAH LET'S GO

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it is true!!!

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Aren't you

The Old English name for a squirrel is “acweorna” or acorn eater. Ancient Greeks named them “skíouros” meaning “shadow-tail”, perhaps because they thought they used their tails to shade themselves from the sun. This name over time evolved into the word “squirrel”. #FolkloreSunday

Word of the Day is ‘hunch-weather’ (19th century): weather so cold it makes you hunch your shoulders when you walk outside.

Here's to 2025!

A desire for a more normal life does not necessarily mean identification with norms, but can be simply this: a desire to escape the exhaustion of having to insist just to exist.

—Sara Ahmed, Willful Subjects

Word of the day is ‘apanthropy’ (18th century): a dislike of company and the desire to be left alone.

Two words for certain types of people, should you need them:

microlipet: one who gets all worked up over nothing.

struthonian: the person who buries their head in the sand and says ‘Problem? What problem?’.

Ab se, "neele gagan ke tale... dharti ka pyaar pale..."

Here's hoping!