On the first day of Christmas…

On the first day of Christmas…

…my true love gave to me…”

But what exactly?

Those of you who follow me on Instagram already know the answer to this.

Quick pause for me to suggest that the rest of you please Insta-follow me.  It’s primarily a mobile platform, as I’m sure you all know, but you can follow on your computer, too.  Here’s the link.  Hint, hint.

So, yes, the answer to what my true love sent to me today is not the “partridge in a pear tree” of the traditional song, but rather fog & pollution.  Lots of it.

It was also cold here in Delhi this morning, but it is winter after all, so one can forgive the weather gods.

But it’s the toxic air that is less forgivable.

Hari brought with him from Shanghai a Xiaomi PM2.5 monitor so we can now check the air wherever we go.

I did just that this morning, the day after a public holiday, thinking that the air quality would be better as a result.

Alas, ’twas not to be.

WHAT is to be done?

Are we condemned to live in this toxic mess for ever?

The chart below shows the norms that India uses to measure the air quality, and India’s norms are different from other countries.  A PM2.5  count of over 250 is classed as severe.  I remind you that the reading on my plant filled balcony, with my mother-in-law’s tree-filled garden below stabilised at 383.

I repeat WHAT is to be done?


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