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. π€
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. π₯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. π
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. π€
And it's also the most beautiful season of my life!!!!

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