This Friday evening , while I was curled up in your lap, my little Puttu, I felt so warm... and suddenly, this little feeling crept in—someday I’m going to miss this so badly (even though it’s far away!). One by one, all your cutest little moments started dancing through my head—like a slideshow made of love. The way you keep sniffing the air, trying to catch the irresistible aroma of fresh ghee... the way your eyes light up when dosa starts bubbling on the hot tawa, and you suddenly shout, “Uppittu Ammaaa!! Very me, very me, very me!!” I see myself in you completely. And oh, how you go after AppaChaami’s life too—“Me me me ONLY!”—not even sparing him! And that sudden shout of “Appa bandavu!” with full excitement as we both peek through the window when AppaChaami arrives… and then you go running and hugging him tight like you’re seeing him after 10 years! Appa’s face literally glows like a 100-watt bulb. And my heart? It just bursts with love. Your happy dance when semige st...
The metro was alive with its usual rush, a sea of women moving through their day. I found a spot near the door, and right in front of me stood two girls—so different, yet perfectly in sync. One had long, neatly plaited hair, a simple cotton bag slung over her shoulder. A black bindi rested on her forehead, with a faint trace of kunkuma above it, as if she had hurriedly applied it that morning. Her feet, tucked into flower-bowed slippers, completed her effortless grace. The other was effortlessly stylish. Her nails, decorated with delicate nail art, tapped lightly against her phone. She wore Levi’s jeans and Crocs—an unusual combination, but one that suited her. I love listening to college girls talk. Not in a nosy way, just out of curiosity. It’s fascinating to see how they are now, how we once were. There’s something refreshing about their unfiltered conversations, a kind of innocence wrapped in laughter. Today, the stylish one was upset—she had messed up her MC, and it weighed o...
The weekend I longed for is finally here! I had big dreams—of blissful, uninterrupted sleep under my high-speed fan, my little heart cuddled up tight in my arms, and an absolute nothingness agenda. Ahhh, perfection! But wait—TADAAAAA! My lil heart had other plans. His grand gesture? A full-on wake-up mission. Not even my mother-in-law has ever asked me to wake up this early. Yet here comes my tiny commander, stomping on my face like a determined squirrel, making it very clear that my dreams of a lazy morning were officially CANCELLED. With no way out, I followed orders. Operation "Kitchen Time" began as he led me there, demanded to be placed on the kitchen counter (mat and all), and instructed me—like a seasoned head chef—to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, the man who promised me, “You sleep, I’ll handle everything,” was now sitting at a safe distance, thoroughly enjoying the chaos. Sushan, who was happily enjoying the scene, somehow managed to take him on a walk amids...
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