glom

and three more really cool words

this week’s Thought (singular)

i’m just a girl. standing in front of the locked front door of my home. desperately searching for the house keys in my purse that seems to contain everything else.

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a very warm welcome to all new readers. i love new readers so much that whenever i get an email about a new reader, i manifest that they consume copious amounts of the dry fruit of their choice. thank you for joining us. may you delightedly stumble upon a box of salted pistachios and roasted cashew.

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a very warm welcome to old readers as well. may good sense continue to prevail.

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welcome to another highly awaited edition of Vocabulary Builder with me, jahnavi! you can find the previous editions here, here, here, here, and here. thanks for tuning in!

• glom (verb, n. american informal) - steal

  ‘I didn’t tell anybody about where i had hidden the ice cream at home, fearing that somebody would glom it. however, i forgot that i had bought the tub at all. it expired.

• coruscation (noun) - a sudden or striking display of brilliance, wit, etc.

  ‘The impact of this newsletter on your psyche cannot be overstated - the recurring instances of coruscation, self-aware and vulnerable tone, and incredible humility of the narrator add value to your life in a way few other niche, online, hyper-personal, free newsletters can.

• etiolated (adjective) - having lost vigour or substance

  ‘The break seemed to have done her good - her manner was no longer so etiolated, having regained some of her vivacity during the time-off.’

• beribonned (adjective) - decorated with many ribbons

  ‘The baby was peacefully sleeping on the bed, having refused to settle down in the ugliness of the excessively beribonned crib. The pet cat, however, had no issues with sleeping in the ribbon.’

as always, i hope you remember these when you need to, or at the very least, after you need to. as long you remember them at some point.

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A Picture!

a balcony door with a stained glass thingy, akara contemporary art gallery, mumbai. badly tilted and amateurishly captured.

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English Recitation Competition

1. Once upon a Time: Surfside, Miami, Richard Blanco

   Once and once again I am as I remember
   myself. Thirty years later, I can still savor
   the sway of these palms fanning this same
   wind into syllables whispering good morning
   in my eyes, saving these todays when I can
   no longer hear how to live out this passion
   for breaking myself into poems like this, like
   these waves that once upon a time are again
   my loyal loves still kissing my feet as I stroll
   this shore and glance back at my footprints
   again washed away. The salty salve of these
   breezes I breathe, living once again with all
   my joyous regrets for all I’ve done right or
   wrong, for all I am now, that is enough, yet
   not enough, for who I wanted to be once,
   still searching this sea, still facing this same
   silent horizon, I ask again: Who am I? What
   should I do? The answer, as always: Everything.
   

2. A Note (Notatka), Wisława Szymborska (translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh)

   Life is the only way
   to get covered in leaves,
   catch your breath on the sand,
   rise on wings;
   
   to be a dog,
   or stroke its warm fur;
   
   to tell pain
   from everything it’s not;
   
   to squeeze inside events,
   dawdle in views,
   to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
   
   An extraordinary chance
   to remember for a moment
   a conversation held
   with the lamp switched off;
   
   and if only once
   to stumble upon a stone,
   end up soaked in one downpour or another,
   
   mislay your keys in the grass;
   and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
   and to keep on not knowing
   something important.
   

3. Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way, Mary Oliver (full poem here)

   All important ideas must include the trees,
   the mountains, and the rivers.
   To understand many things you must reach out
   of your own condition.
   For how many years did I wander slowly
   through the forest. What wonder and
   glory I would have missed had I ever been
   in a hurry!
   Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still
   it explains nothing.
   The point is, you’re you, and that’s for keeps.
   

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this week’s Song

Song For The Sold by Kishi Bashi

find all shared songs here.

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thank you for reading, and see you next week <3