My Everyday Magic: Puttu!!!!!

 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 strings melt in your mouth, that loud “Amma, yummy!!” and how you wait (so hopefully) to eat the remaining dough stuck to the ring—Puttu, even your greed is cute!

And when you go “ahaa” while AjjaChaami sings “Hoovondu bali bandu”… oh Puttu, I want to bottle that sound forever.
Now there’s a new one: “Yenage jena kodu maaya (maraya)”—that sweet little request for honey is officially part of our personal dictionary!

And then in that soft, grown-up voice you say, “Tudi ootakke baapppaa, beshi eddu allada…” as if you’re already carrying all the household responsibilities!

When your eyes start drooping, and you come quietly to rest your head in my arms, ತಟ್ಟಮ್ಮ... just needing that one tight hug to sleep… Oh Puttu, I never want to forget even the tiniest bits of these days.

And then there are those games—I teach you some silly game just to pass the time, and suddenly it becomes a full-time contract! I have to play again and again and again! OMG, I don’t even know how many times we’ve played, but somehow, you still make me laugh every single time.

There are days, Puttu, when I’m so tired… when everything feels heavy… and all I want is to come home and just cuddle my honey pot. That’s all.
I have my own magic elixir—you.
One tight cuddle and poof—everything starts melting away. No break, no coffee, nothing compares.

And no matter how much I try to be strong or hold back, I just can’t resist you. You’re my blanket, my silly giggle partner, my calm.

Of course, you annoy me to the core sometimes—and I feel like there’s no option but to come and charge you tight!
Then you run to AppaChaami and peek at me to see if I’m still angry… and I swear, that is the WORST!
Because obviously, I melt like ice cream! I run to you again, eat up your cheeks and say, “SORRYY!” and we’re back to cuddling like nothing happened.

Someday, when you grow up and we can’t be stuck to each other like this 24/7, I want to remember every bit of this. I want to pick up each of these memories like little gems and hold them close to my heart.

You turn even the simplest moments into magic, my darling Puttu. 💕