Virajpete in Monsoon.....

 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. πŸ₯Ή

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. πŸ˜„

That cat...That drizzle...That cold breeze...Those comforting woollen sweaters...Warm Coffee mugs…Our Stories

Everything feels so right.

And then comes the part I never like—To travel back to Bengaluru..I just don't want to go back.

But once I'm back in Bengaluru, all these moments begin to play before my eyes, one by one. As I sort everything we brought from home...

Some becomes chutney pudi.

Some turns into palya.

Some finds its way into kottige.

And somehow, they bring those memories back with them.

The drizzle...The portico...The steaming hot coffee...

The jackfruit hunt...The laughter...The cat going round and round at our feet…

It never feels like I'm just cooking vegetables. It feels like I'm bringing a little piece of home into my kitchen. And before I even realize it, I'm opening the calendar... counting the days until I can go home again. 🀍

And it's also the most beautiful season of my life!!!!




 

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