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Kaapi geepi kodthya?

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Moral of the day, don't chug 300 ml of south Indian iced filter kaapi before bed.

It's 3:30 am and I cannot sleep.

Help.

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Minun hattuni on kaapissa

mun hattuni on kaapis

mu hattu o kaapis

Hi! I'm trying to learn Finnish and I have a grammar question (probably several questions). Finding access to an in-depth language-learning program or class has been extremely difficult and I have weird gaps in my knowledge that I've tried to overcome with grammar workbooks and immersing in Finnish media. Given that Finnish media/native speakers often don't use kirjakieli, and the programs & grammar books I've used have taught exclusively kirjakieli... I keep finding that what I'm learning still isn't *super* helpful in understanding. Like. I'm over here having "Minä olen..." drilled into my brain, while I've never watched a video, listened to a song, etc where anything but "Mä oon..." has been used. I was BAFFLED when I finally learned they meant the same.

Anyway!

In your recent post about Riihimäki, you started it with, "Mulla ei oo"

I am *pretty* sure that in kirjakieli that would be "Minulla ei ole".

So. This is probably a silly question. But. Does "Minulla on" similarly become "Mulla oon" or "Mulla on"?

Also... Any tips for recognizing shortened/informal forms of formal phrases?

Anyway. I've taken enough of your time.

Kiitos!

One of my friends teaches finnish to immigrants for a living, and she can attest that her students are frequently frustrated by the way that spoken finnish and written finnish are completely different dialects, if not downright two different languages. Also fun fact, one of the most distinct ways that different finnish dialects can be identified is what word they have for "minä/sinä". The "mä" you have heard is mainly southern finnish dialects, in some regions people say "mää", "mie" etc, there's surely ones I haven't even heard of.

You're correct that in your assessment, "mulla ei oo" does indeed mean "minulla ei ole", and "minulla on" is indeed "mulla on". I have no idea how to help with recognising shortened informal forms, but one thing that I only consciously observed after someone asked me "soitatko jotain soitinta?" ("do you play an instrument?"), and it caught me off-guard because it never occurred to me that the grammatically correct written way to shorten "do I/do you/etc" questions is completely different from the spoken finnish.

For example, a question of "are you - ?" is written in kirkakieli as "oletko sinä - ?", but since the -ko suffix already clarifies who is being addressed, the word "sinä" is almost redundant. So to ask "oletko sinä tulossa?" (Are you coming?), a character in a book or a play would say "oletko tulossa?" but in spoken finnish, the "you" word used in that dialect is just glued to the end of the verb. So someone who says "sä" says it as "oletsä tulossa?" - which itself shortens to "ooksä" - and someone who uses "sie" asks "oletsie tulossa?" - shortening to "ootsie/ooksie tulossa?"

Speaking finnish is like learning to draw - trying to aim for perfect photorealism isn't necessary to be understood, you can pretty much draw stick figures and it's good enough if people will understand what you're trying to depict. If you've heard someone say that a non-native speaker can never really learn to speak truly flawless finnish, don't be discouraged by that. Finnish is more like japanese than french when it comes to foreign learners - people are impressed that you make an effort at all.

I've met people who have lived in Finland for decades, whose adult children are fluent bilinguals, and you can tell that someone's lived here for 30 years by the way they make more advanced and nuanced mild grammar mistakes.

In conclusion, good luck.

[sindhumnart]

Adhen kaapi madthyo yeno!

[yumyumjourney]

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Hey, coffee aficionados! ☕

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The Art of Filter Coffee

Filter coffee is like poetry in a cup, brewed slowly and methodically to extract every drop of flavor. Here's why it's worth celebrating:

Aromatic Awakening: The aroma that fills the air when you brew filter coffee is enchanting. It's as if the beans are telling their story with every fragrant whiff.

Balanced Beauty: Filter coffee is the master of balance. It strikes the perfect chord between acidity and body, offering a cup that's smooth and rich.

Cultural Connection: Filter coffee is a global tradition. From the pour-over method in Japan to the French press in Europe and the iconic South Indian filter kaapi, each culture has its unique spin on this beloved brew.

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So, how do you unlock the magic of filter coffee?

Start with Fresh Beans: Quality beans are key. Opt for freshly roasted beans and grind them just before brewing.

The Perfect Grind: Aim for a medium-coarse grind – not too fine, not too coarse. Think sea salt.

Mind the Ratio: The golden rule is about 1 to 2 tablespoons of coffee per 6 ounces of water. Adjust to your taste.

Water Wizardry: Use hot water (around 200°F or 93°C) but not boiling. Give the grounds a gentle swirl to ensure even saturation.

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There's A World You Need To Know: 11 - I want you exactly as you are

Anthony raised his fist to knock on Mary's door when a clap on his shoulders made him jump.

"Fuck, you're gonna be here?"

"Of course!" Simon grinned at him. "Someone needs to ask you what your intentions are with my god-sister."

"Jesus Christ." Anthony pinch the bridge of his nose. "God-siblings aren’t a thing."

Simon sucked his teeth. "That's one mark against you, Bridgerton. You sure you want to talk to me that way before you've even asked me for her hand?"

“Does this mean your mum is gonna be here as well?

Simon opened the door as he said, "Already in there, mate."

"Great," Anthony mumbled as they made their way inside.

"Kate! This street urchin claims to be yours!"

Kate popped her head into the hallway before breaking into a smile as she approached Anthony, Newton following close behind. 

"Oh, yes, this one is. I think. I collect so many."

She kissed him softly and ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Ugh, Kate, not in front of my salad!"

She playfully punched Simon's shoulder and he feigned injury.

"Yes, Si. Directly in front of your salad." She took Anthony's hand and led him down the hall. "Come on, we're in the kitchen."

"OK," Anthony said, trying to smooth his hair back down, at which Kate rolled her eyes.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Kate announced as she turned the corner into the kitchen, where Mary and Edwina were tending to far too many pots and pans on the stove while Agatha sat unbothered at the table, sipping tea.

"Anthony, this is my mum, Mary, my baby sister, Edwina, and I believe you already know my godmother, Agatha."

"I do. It's lovely to see you again, Ms. Danbury."

"Indeed. I trust you have matured quite a bit since university? No more sneaking young women into my home at all hours of the night?"

Anthony blanched as the Sharma women all shared a laugh.

"Mum, it was one time." Simon sighed.

"I caught you once, Dear. Two very different things."

Anthony was desperate to change the subject. "Mrs. Sharma, it’s so good to meet you.. I brought you this.” He handed her an ornate box. Inside were sachets of cardamom, cloves, cinnamon sticks, black peppercorns, and everything else Kate had told him was required to make authentic masala chai.

"Oh, wonderful! I always need more of these. What a thoughtful gift." Mary pulled Anthony in close to kiss him on the cheek. "And you absolutely must call me Mary."

"Then I will, Mary."

"Go ahead and sit, you two. Breakfast is almost ready. There's a pot of chai if you want to help yourself."

Kate wrapped an arm around Anthony's waist as they moved to the table. "You OK?"

"Yeah, actually." He pulled out a chair for Kate before settling into his own. Then he felt what could only be described as abject horror paralyzing his body as Kate opted to sit on this lap instead of the chair next to him. "Kate, Kate, Kate, what are you doing?"

"Oh, unclutch your pearls, young man. We are under no illusion that this is some virginal courtship." Agatha rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her tea. 

Anthony hazarded a look over to Mary, Edwina, and Simon, who were all doing terrible jobs of holding in their laughs. This can't be real.

“Welcome to our free love commune, Anthony!” Edwina cackled.

He looked up at Kate, who wasn't laughing, just giving him a comforting smile. "This isn't a setup, is it?"

She stroked his cheek. "Ignore her. This really is fine, but I can absolutely move if you're uncomfortable."

Anthony's body relaxed as he placed a hand on Kate's hip. "No, it's nice--if it's really OK."

"You're sweet." She kissed the tip of his nose.

"So, Lord Bridgerton. What are your intentions with my sister?"

Simon narrowed his eyes at Edwina over his cup of kaapi. "That was my line, Ed, and you know it. We talked about this!"

—

"Did you have a good time?"

Kate was lying on top of Anthony on his couch, drawing circles on his chest as they caught their breaths. His eyes remained closed as he raised his eyebrows.

“When, just now? Oh, ten out of ten. Quick, attentive service–but not too quick."

Kate flicked his ear. "You aren't funny."

"I am, actually."

When Kate didn't say anything, Anthony opened his eyes to find hers imploring him for a real answer. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Kate, I had a great time. I'm looking forward to seeing your family again."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She sighed happily and kissed his neck. "Can I take some pictures of you?"

Anthony furrowed his brow. "What?"

She leaned over, reaching into her overnight bag, and pulled out a camera. Anthony recognized it as one of the ones from her father's collection.

Kate sat up, straddling him. "I like how you look right now. Can I photograph you like one of my French girls?"

She looked so earnest, so vulnerable. He couldn't deny her anything. He knew he wouldn't be able to for the rest of his life.

"Yes, Ms. Sharma. How do you want me?"

She didn’t hesitate. "I want you like this. I want you exactly as you are."

—

"Dearest. I didn't know you were working from here today?" Violet stopped as she walked by the open door of his study.

"Hello, Mum. I didn't have a lot on today, so I wanted to see who was around. Actually, I just spoke with the kids and they said you have another meeting at their school coming up and I'd like to attend."

Violet took a few steps into the room and shook her head. "I really don't think that's necessary, Anthony."

"It's not about what is necessary. I want to be there. Greg and Hy are fine with it."

"Well, they don't make the decisions. I do."

Anthony ran his hand over his face. "Mum–"

"I thought we were past this, Anthony."

"Past what?"

"You seemed to have moved on. With Kate and everything. You seem to be on your way to, I don’t know, starting your own family."

Anthony froze. "My own family?"

"Darling, I didn't mean it that way. I simply meant you no longer need to parent the kids. You haven't needed to for quite a while, actually."

Anthony stood from his desk and took a measured breath.

"Mother, this isn't fair. We were all happy when you recovered. Happy for you, happy for us. Of course we were. But, you must understand, life was still happening before that and you weren't there. Not really. First you stayed in your room for months, and then you were gone getting help. The help you needed, and I don't begrudge you that. But Hyacinth was an infant, Gregory was barely walking and talking. And it wasn't just them. Colin, Daph, El, Frankie. They are all so young. Benedict helped however he could, but he was sixteen. I don't regret taking care of my family. I really don't. But you don't think I also wanted to retreat? That I didn't feel numb and wanted to just… be allowed to sit in that? I put in the work, Mum. I'm not Dad. I know. Believe me, I'm reminded of that every damn day. But I was there for them, all of them. As a brother, a provider, and, yes, a parent. I'm sorry that this seems to offend you, but I can't turn it off like it hasn't been my life for a decade. Please don't treat me like a nuisance when I'm simply trying to continue to be the rock that I've been working so hard and so long to be for them."

Anthony was heaving by the end of it. Violet was stunned into silence. After a long while, Anthony grabbed his things and walked toward the door.

"Anthony, I'm sorry."

Anthony kept a hand on the doorknob and looked back at his mother. "I know. And I know we still need to talk. I just can't right now. I just… I need to go. I love you. I do."

—

Anthony knocked rapidly on Kate's door. He knew she was home and expecting him. He'd called her as soon as he left Aubrey Hall. Once she opened the door, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and holding a cup of chai, he felt like he could breathe, as if he'd been holding it in ever since he left his mother's. "Hey."

"Hey." Whatever his expression was, it obviously concerned her. She turned and left the door open for him to follow.

She led the way into her kitchen. “I’m glad you called. It sounded like you needed to talk.” She turned to the pot on the stove. It was still steaming. "Do you want some?"

Anthony walked up behind her, took her mug out of her hands, and put it on the counter.

She sighed. "Anthony."

He silently turned her around and kissed her roughly. "I don't want tea."

“What’s–?”

He hiked her up and smiled when her legs instinctively went around his waist. He buried his face in her neck and he walked them into the living room.

He unceremoniously tossed onto her couch. Anthony quickly straddled Kate and started to push her shirt up. Once he saw her lacy underwear, he groaned. "Fuck, I need this. You have no idea."

"Will you give me an idea, then?" He leaned down and kissed her.

"I will. Later."

"Now. Or not, whatever, but I'm not into this at the moment." She started to sit up.

Anthony sat back in his haunches, exhaling heavily. 

"Anthony."

"Yes?"

"Can I please ask what's happened at your mum's?"

He leaned back until his back was resting against the arm of the couch, opposite Kate.

He looked up at the ceiling as he said, "I really miss my dad."

"Yeah." Kate said quietly.

"But… I don't know how to say it. I miss that I didn't get to miss him when I was a kid. It just fucking… happened and then my mum effectively disappeared immediately and everyone was looking to me like, "What do we do now?" And I had no idea. But I sure as shit had to get myself together quick. There were seven of them. Every single one of them grieving, angry, utterly lost at sea. And I was fucking jealous. Isn’t that fucked up? Because I couldn't count myself among them. I inherited dad's title, his legacy, I managed the money he left even though it was Mum's because she either wouldn't or couldn't get involved in any of it. Whenever I felt myself sinking, whenever I drank too much or stayed out until dawn, that numbness, it felt good. I mean, it felt horrible, but those hours when I was treating myself like shit, I didn't have to take care of anyone. I could get lost at sea like everyone else. But I couldn't stay there. I was right back at it with everyone at home the next day."

He took a few deep breaths and realized he was crying. 

"Fuck. On one hand, I think maybe I should just get out of my mum’s way. But… I'm afraid of what that even means. I don't think I know how to stop doing what I've been doing for ten years. And I feel like I could lose part of myself if I did."

They sat in silence for who knows how long. Maybe fifteen minutes, maybe thirty. Eventually, Kate spoke. "How are you feeling?" She asked, rubbing his hands, their fingers intertwined.

Anthony let out a heavy sigh, the tears having stopped. "Exhausted." He chuckled dryly. Kate just nodded. "But… I feel good, I think. Lighter." He sounded surprised. Again, Kate said nothing.

Anthony narrowed his eyes. "You're therapy-ing me right now, aren't you?"

Kate smiled. "Only a little. You need to find someone to therapy you for real."

Anthony groaned and crawled over to put his head in her lap. She automatically started running her fingers through his hair. "Can't I just keep talking to you?"

"Nu-uh. Baby boy, I'm your girlfriend, not your therapist. I can't be both."

"Yeah. I know." He pulled her head down to kiss him. "I'll stick with girlfriend." Anthony closed his eyes as Kate continued to move her nails over his scalp. 

"You'd better. But, I know a few very good therapists I could recommend. If I do that, will you call them?"

Anthony said nothing, just furrowed his brow. Kate leaned down again to kiss his forehead before whispering in his ear. "Anthony. Please."

"Will I have to paint and play instruments?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Then yes, I will. I promise. I love you"

"I love you, too. Forever."

—

[This is my first story that is more than a one-shot vignette. I thank @newtonsheffield for tolerating being an involuntary soundboard with grace while I developed this story and @waterlilyrose for encouraging me to write the story myself. And, of course, the Academy. It was an honor just to be nominated.]

[yashandstuff]

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delhi. chole bhature & lassi.

bangalore. masala dosa & filter kaapi 70ml.

mumbai. vada pao & chai.

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