Great culture can save lives. Literally.

Amazing letter in today’s @thetimes.com about Tom Stoppard

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.

'Take it easy policy!'

Pyaar in the times of PR Such a posh place surely chucks them at the first spot of discolouration. And anyway, is it really stealing if it stays on the premises?

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"

A digital drawing featuring a to do list in the middle and flowers surrounding it. The to do list has the heading “priorities” and includes “pet all cats, make bad art, laugh at my own jokes, nap and stop being tired”.

YEAH LET'S GO

#art #illustration

A digital drawing with some drawn items scattered on a page and the text "I am made of chaos and silly vibes" in the middle. The drawings feature a ladybug, flowers, a cat in a coat, a chicken, mushrooms and many sparkles.

it is true!!!

#art #illustration

Tired by Langston Hughes I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife And cut the world in two — And see what worms are eating At the rind.

Aren't you

A grey squirrel perched on the branch of an oak tree, nibbling an acorn held in its paws. The squirrel’s bushy tail is slightly raised, and its fur is a mix of grey and brown with a white underbelly. The background features a clear blue sky with blurred autumn-coloured oak leaves in shades of orange and yellow.

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

I think highest would be around 43 degrees Celsius in Gandhinagar and lowest would be minus two degrees Celsius in Srinagar.

Thanks for the question, it brought back to mind some interesting times.

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

The image bears the poem 'I am running into the new year' by Lucille Clifton

Here's to 2025!

Finally saved up and bought the bookshelf I wanted (and my books needed).

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?’.

Do the late aughties count? Used to be pretty regular at 1kha1.wordpress.com. Then life happened... the page has been mostly dormant the past decade. Been meaning to revive it but haven't found the time (or the will, tbh).

Hi, I'm Mahithi. Used to be fairly active on the Mumbai poetry circuit until recent illness. Trying to find my feet again. Count me in!

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

Here's hoping!