Puttu!!!!
It will be the days—maybe I return from the market with bags stuffed and things waiting to be sorted and put back in their place, or on a long weekday when I come home already carrying a heavy list of EOD tasks still left to tackle. On those days, a small part of me hopes you might be asleep, just so I can sit down for a moment, maybe even hear myself think. But as I quietly push open the door and peek in, there you are—wide awake, in your own little universe, building castles out of blocks. That sweet post-bath scent still floats in the air, soft and warm. And the moment our eyes meet, you break into your happy dance, arms flailing, feet bouncing, yelling through giggles, “Neenu elle koochi maadamma” There are days when I feel the tension rise—the exhaustion knotting inside me, everything needing something from me, all at once. And then there are days I surprise myself, whispering, let it go... the sky may not fall on anyone’s head. It’s okay. But whether I arrive wound tight...
