COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

 There are moments in the day when this lil human simply melts into my arms, and I just sit there, soaking in his baby scent. Time seems to pause. No end-of-day tasks, no chores waiting to be done—just the two of us. It feels like meditation. 🤍 And then there are the other moments... Appa is buried in back-to-back calls. The chores demand immediate attention. The end-of-day tasks seem to be laughing at me. And Puttu transforms into the toughest trouble. 😅 He annoys me to the core, then somehow ends up biting his own tongue or bumping into a door or wall. A second later, he's clinging to Appa's office door handle, banging on it and screaming as if I've committed the greatest crime imaginable, while I'm shouting at the top of my lungs, trying to keep up with the chaos. Such is life with a toddler—one moment of pure peace, the next complete pandemonium. Somehow, both become the memories we never want to forget. ❤️ And then comes the weekend—sometimes even a lon...

 My mornings begin with the gentle breeze slowly finding its way through our window... and before anything else, Puttu announces that he wants to go greet the cat, who has already made its morning visit. 🤍 And the moment we step outside... oh my God! The drizzle... the fog... the lush green trees swaying with the breeze... Every single time, my heart whispers, "You just belong here." It's as if everything around me wraps me in the warmest hug. There he is—my Puttu—wearing one oversized T-shirt, squatting in front of the cat, seriously asking why it didn't come to visit the previous evening. 🥹 Then around 10 a.m all of us gather in the portico, sipping fuming hot coffee before setting off on our little jackfruit hunt. We come back, sit together, and while AjjaChaami is almost finished cleaning the jackfruit, Puttu... well... keeps annoying all of us to the core. 😄 That cat...That drizzle...That cold breeze...Those comforting woollen sweaters...Warm Coffee mu...