COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

 We come home after a long time, and there she is… making everything feel just right. Our sun-kissed clothes, kept safely inside, are neatly placed in their usual spot — as if they’ve been patiently waiting for us. And then there are our cups… the ones we always use for chai and coffee — already set out, like they missed us too. She even keeps a separate strainer ready, just the way I like it. I still remember how she once got me that chai strainer just because she noticed the little way I strain my tea. Such a small thing… but it means so much. And she doesn’t stop there — she’ll say, “Try this chai leaves, I felt you might like it,” keeping it ready so I can enjoy something new. There were many times she told me not to add ginger every day — someone had said it’s not good. I never really stopped, so she would quietly hide it, hoping I’d feel too lazy to search for it and skip it. But later, when she understood it’s okay for me, she made fresh ginger powder and kept it right next...

 From around 2015 to 2018, my weight was between 48–50 kg, and I never really had to think much about it. Later, my weight gradually increased and reached around 62 kg. That’s when I slowly started becoming more conscious of my body and how I felt physically. I am not a doctor, and I honestly didn’t have exact knowledge about how much protein is required or how it scientifically impacts conditions like PCOD/PCOS, menstrual cycles, or hormones such as cortisol and serotonin. However, I have learned about these through podcasts, reading online, and exploring platforms like ChatGPT—where doctors and experts often explain the importance of protein, fibre, magnesium, creatine, urolithin, and so on. Based on this understanding, I started planning my meals to include a balanced mix of cereals, lentils, vegetables, and other whole foods. What I do know, from my own experience, is this: This lifestyle has helped me feel happier, fitter, and more active in my daily life. I am able to ...

Every morning holds a small sacred rhythm for me😇 I have my morning ritual — a few quiet practices that anchor me before the day begins. It is my time of stillness, my gentle discipline, my way of aligning myself before stepping into responsibilities. But some mornings, before I can complete it, I hear him. “Amma… Amma…” And just like that, my ritual pauses. Yet strangely, I do not feel annoyed. Even though it is my cherished practice, even though I wake up with the intention of completing it fully, when he calls me, there is no frustration in my heart. No “why now?” No irritation. Only a soft surrender🤗 I walk to him and lie beside him, telling him I had just stepped away for a moment. Before I can settle fully, his tiny arms circle around me — tight, protective, as if he is afraid, I might disappear again. In that embrace, I am no longer a woman with responsibilities waiting in the kitchen. I am simply his Amma. In that embrace, my ritual does not feel interrupted. ...