COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

 It was a busy day—just like any other. We were all caught up in our own tasks, but somehow, there are always those stolen glances… the ones that say, "I have something to tell you!" even before a word is spoken. Even from across the lab, I could catch the twinkle in her eye. She was in another corner, but it was obvious—she had something she just had to share. I looked at her, she smiled, and said, “Let me just tell you this one thing and I’ll stop, okay?” “Sure, sure,” I laughed. She went on to say that the day before yesterday, when we had work from home due to the rain, she hadn’t checked her phone and ended up coming to work. But when she finally saw the message and turned back home, something beautiful happened. After putting her little one to sleep, she found some quiet time—just her and her man. They sat and talked, the way they used to before their son was born. She told me how much it meant to both of them… it had been a while since they had such a heart-to-he...

  Puttu’s First Flight – A Magical Journey! With hearts full of excitement and a box of pulao lovingly packed, we reached Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru at 7:30 AM. It was Puttu’s first-ever flight , and he was bouncing with joy! Along with Thudhakajja and Theethajji, we boarded the flight—our little boy was glowing with happiness. We settled in, opened his book, and began reading, but he just couldn’t wait for the flight to take off! As the plane soared into the sky, he felt the butterflies in his tummy and clung to us for a bit, but soon his curiosity won over. He peeked out of the window, eyes wide with wonder, and eventually drifted into a peaceful sleep. Now, cheese-pairers like us don’t usually buy airplane food, so we asked for some hot water and waited. When our little explorer woke up, the first thing he asked for was his beloved pulao. He devoured what was left, and we shared the rest, smiling at how special this moment already was. We landed at Bagdogra ...

We began our little adventure on 1st May from Kasaragod railway station, and oh, Puttu was bubbling with excitement to hop onto the train! 🚉 It was an 8-hour journey, and by evening, we reached our Neighbourhood stay—an absolutely cosy, cosy place that felt like a warm hug. We loved every bit of it! That very evening, we visited the Ernakulam Shiva temple—big and beautiful—followed by a peaceful Marine Drive walk and dinner at Ottupura (just okay, nothing wow). We returned and snuggled into bed for a good night’s sleep—while Appa and Sonny went out on a banana hunt! The next morning started fresh with yummy breakfast and the best chai ever. ☕ Add to that the cozy little café corner where we had it, surrounded by dancing plants and quirky artistic pieces—it was pure morning magic. Then came one of the most relaxing and heart-soothing moments of the trip—the boathouse ride. It was pure therapy. We saw Chinese fishing nets, fishermen in action, a fancy five-star hotel, the Lulu M...

  Afternoon naps: You cling to me, your little arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and I hold you close—patting gently and singing all your favorite lullabies: Nanna Muddu Thaare, Jo Jo Laali Naa Haaduve, Amma Naanu Devarane Benne Kaddilla, Chandiranethake Oduvanamma, Thili Mugila Thottilali … and finally, when I softly begin Achutham Keshavam , I feel your tiny fingers loosen. That’s when I know—you’ve drifted off to sleep. I, who had been rocking back and forth under the fan, carefully lay you down on the bed. But even in your sleep, your little left hand clings to my neck, as if to say, “Don’t go.” If I shift even a bit, you pull me back with that same sleepy strength. You want me right there, stuck to you. And then, I slowly slip away to brew myself a cup of chai and sit beside you. Watching you sleep so peacefully, your chest rising and falling, that little moon face of yours... oh, it fills my heart with so much love I could burst. But just the previous night—oh, what a ...

 Oh, what a moment! The instant the breeze brushed past us, it felt like the whole world froze in a sigh. The scene outside was straight out of a painting — misty, breathtaking, wrapped in silence — yet all my heart wanted was to burrow under a fat, cozy blanket and drift into sweet sleep. But could I? Not with this little whirlwind around! Our boy, who seemed completely immune to the cold, kept darting in and out, dancing in every little corner — one moment toppling a kettle filled with water, the next tossing the neatly spread clothes into a messy celebration! Sometimes biting, sometimes dashing away with a giggle, scattering mischief in every step. And then — it began to rain. Oh, the magic of it! The gentle patter, the soft moaning of the breeze, the world glistening in silvery quiet — it was pure enchantment. All I wanted was to sit by the window forever, breathing it all in, letting it carry me far, far away... Dinner was called at 7:30. We made our way to the dining hall, no...

 After the ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಕಳ್ಳೀ moment, he knew — without a word — what my heart was craving. We wandered into a tiny chai shop, tucked like a secret in the folds of the valley. It didn’t feel like a shop — it felt like stepping into someone's warm kitchen, full of old stories and soft laughter. There she stood — a beautiful woman with a smile that reached her eyes. "Chai?" she asked, and we simply nodded, as if that one word carried the weight of a hundred comforts. She moved across the large, open kitchen, not rushing, not pretending — just brewing fresh chai with the care only real places have. No flask chai, no shortcuts — just the slow magic of real things. In the corner, the firewood stove crackled gently, a kettle humming over it. I kept glancing, drawn to it like a moth to warmth. Sushan caught my look, smiled his small smile, and said, "Sit, it’s okay." And so I did. On a simple wooden seat, by the fire, feeling the sparks kiss the cold air and the warmth seep i...