COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

 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...