COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

The weekend I longed for is finally here! I had big dreams—of blissful, uninterrupted sleep under my high-speed fan, my little heart cuddled up tight in my arms, and an absolute nothingness agenda. Ahhh, perfection! But wait—TADAAAAA! My lil heart had other plans. His grand gesture? A full-on wake-up mission. Not even my mother-in-law has ever asked me to wake up this early. Yet here comes my tiny commander, stomping on my face like a determined squirrel, making it very clear that my dreams of a lazy morning were officially CANCELLED. With no way out, I followed orders. Operation "Kitchen Time" began as he led me there, demanded to be placed on the kitchen counter (mat and all), and instructed me—like a seasoned head chef—to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, the man who promised me, “You sleep, I’ll handle everything,” was now sitting at a safe distance, thoroughly enjoying the chaos. Sushan, who was happily enjoying the scene, somehow managed to take him on a walk amids...

 After a long day of adventures—annoying Amma at the kitchen counter, keeping Appa company on a long walk amidst the Nilgiri trees—he finally gives in to sleep. His tiny body rests against Appa’s shoulder, the weight of his love pressing gently as Appa slowly transfers him to me before his office call. I cradle him to bed, thinking he’ll stay put, but even in his deepest sleep, he pulls me close—his little hands searching, holding, never letting go. Even in his deep sleep, he extends his arms, wrapping me into him, our cheeks pressed together, his breath warm and soft against my skin. And every time I try to pull away, even the tiniest bit, he instinctively pulls me right back. And in that very moment, everything that bothers me feels like one insignificant speck—completely irrelevant—because here I am, wrapped in the sweetest drug, this little human who makes me feel utterly high on love. Nothing else matters. Everything else fades. I just get totally transcended by him. The si...

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 It was the third day his nanny was on leave. For the first two days, his Appa had lovingly taken care of him, and on the third day, I unexpectedly had a holiday. The night before, I made up my mind—I would spend the entire day with my little heart, not letting a single minute or second be stolen by thoughts of chores. After all, that’s what his Appa always reminds me to do. The next morning, after bidding his Appa goodbye as he left for work, I nestled right next to the cradle, just waiting for my baby to wake up. And when he did, oh, that smile! It was everything I wanted to capture and hold onto forever. There have been other days, even Sundays, when I’ve wanted to sleep in or lie around lazily. But not that day. That day felt special, like it had been set aside just for us. When he finally woke up, his eyes sparkled with the most magical twinkle, and my heart melted. This was a moment I never wanted to end. I gently lifted him from the cradle, holding him close and planting a s...

We felt a mix of excitement and unease when our little boy eagerly wanted to spin the prayer wheels. While he was drawn to them, we gently told him not to touch them, feeling a pang of guilt. This place was sacred, and somewhere in our hearts, we worried that our presence might disrupt the peace of those who came here to pray, not to watch curious visitors. As we tried to quietly manage our son, an elderly man entered the scene. Our uneasiness grew—were we overstepping? But he met us with the warmest smile and, without hesitation, began spinning each prayer wheel himself. Surprised, we shared our feelings of guilt and hesitation with him. He chuckled softly and said, “Perhaps you were meant to be blessed today. Through your little boy’s eagerness, a higher power allowed the wheels to turn. You have received the blessings of the mantra.” In that moment, his gentle smile and kind words lifted our guilt, replacing it with a sense of peace and belonging. It was as though his warmth hel...

So, it’s Thursday evening, and you know that feeling—weekend vibes are setting in a bit too early 😌✨ , and I'm craving something crunchy—something really snack-worthy 🤤 . But I’m also feeling incredibly lazy, with absolutely zero energy to make it myself 🛋️ . Instead of asking directly for a snack (where’s the fun in that? 😏 ), I get a little crafty. I start with a completely random request—maybe for a pair of earphones 🎧 or some other small thing I know he’ll think is absolutely unnecessary at the moment. He’s in the middle of his important office work 💻 , deeply focused, and I’m over here, relentless, nudging him again and again 🙃 . At first, he tries to shrug it off, barely sparing me a glance 🙄 , but I keep at it with my “who, me?” look—that perfect mix of innocence and just a hint of playful annoyance 😅 . He finally snaps, sighing in frustration, something like, “Can you please just wait?” And that’s exactly the moment I was waiting for. I don’t even need to say an...

It was during the Navaratri vacation, and our lil boy was driving us crazy with his constant antics. In a moment of frustration, we jokingly said, "We'll give you to the Pili Vesha Anna!" The idea of being handed over to a tiger dancer terrified him!!!  But after all the struggles we had gone through—debating the menu for the baby shower, the delivery, the sleepless nights, buying him endless clothes and toys—the thought of giving him away like that just made us burst into uncontrollable laughter.  That afternoon, as we sat together after lunch, talking and laughing about it all, we realized how much joy and meaning this little boy had brought into our lives. Moments like these make life truly special. It’s one of those mornings where the kitchen is the heart of all the action, and we’re each in our little corners, but somehow tangled up in each other’s plans in the most delightful chaos. One’s parked on the counter, swinging their legs, another’s on the stool by the wind...