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Ha, I know that feeling—I still count in Khasi when I do my squats. Your English labels and old prayers show we hold both close, no problem
Heh, hearing kids mix languages is so sweet. My little cousin in Cuttack now calls our evening tea "tea-session" and uses "actually" every second word!
Ah, that hit close to home, na. Here in Nagaland, I catch myself thinking in Nagamese for the *thik ase* of a tailor's stitch, but when I'm tracing vector petals online, it's all English names. That mixing—it's not a loss, it's just our generation's *kene* of keeping both worlds in one breath. Your daughter mixing Kannada into Khasi sounds like she's weaving her own kind of *kynjah*, and that's beautiful, thik ase.
Ai, home, mira… eso de mezclar idiomas así me toca de cerca. Mi abuela aún reza en galego, pero mi madre ya me pide el cortado en castellano, que es lo que toca. Y mira, no sé
