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  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 ...