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The period of time after a person's wedding when he/she has a social networking profile picture (or display picture, on Twitter) which has the couple's photo.

Note: I believe this is not 'honeymoon period' since the change in photo impacts the relationship in myriad ways and is hence not changed until a larger trigger happens!

Covering yourself with a blanket (or 'bedsheet' as is normal in India), from head to toe, for a nice, cozy sleep, but making a small, clever provision near your nose for some fresh air to breathe.

Scraping the spoon (or butter knife) with your tongue, after it has been used to apply Nutella.

The act of transferring the contents of a glass/mug of hot liquid into your mouth, without first ascertaining how hot the liquid is, and transferring it back to the container in the same breath and utter a mild swear word to mark the occasion.

The musical genre most used in Hollywood horror films, right in the beginning, when the lead stars are planning a happy outing or just loitering happily, completely oblivious of the bloody end they are about to face in the next 90 minutes. Pop-punk just about summarizes this genre, but it deserves a more apt word.

Inexplicable satisfaction derived from delivering copious amounts of excreta (including - pardon the examples - pee, shit and/or phlegm).

The art of recalibrating your steps and walking speed as you notice a pile of shit or a puddle ahead of you, to carefully avoid stepping on either.

The momentary attention showered on a new product/thing. Like the 2 extra minutes admiring ourselves in the new shoe. Or, the fleeting glances at mirrory surfaces available anywhere when in a new shirt/trouser/<ladies, add your attire here>. Or even the way we see time more often for the first few days of owning a new watch.

The kind of people who point at things/people with their middle finger quite oblivious of the perceived obscenity of that act.

The really small patch of facial hair of a man's face (or neck) that he has forgotten to shave thoroughly and one that he pensively rubs his fingers against for the first few hours of the day with a size 72, bold statement, 'How could I miss it?' running along his mind.