Era of the mini pachadi begins …

Earlier this year, rushing to meet the annual account closing deadline for banks, a slightly pink, tiny being with a tuft of black hair on an otherwise bald head came into our mundane lives. The light pink swaddle that she was wrapped in was no deterrent to her arm-swaying skills. Pushing her tiny arms out of the swaddle and throwing off the red blanket that was supposed to keep her warm, she thus distinguished herself from the rest of the inhabitants of the nursery. Even her cry was different – a short four-note wail as compared to the incessant whine of the others. She would smile contently, showing off her natural dimples, and bask in the oohs and aahs that followed. The little narcissist!

Fast forward to the present, and she is every bit the attention-seeking minion that we rightly guessed she was. She is the apple of her father’s eye, her mother’s kutti pisasu, and has her grandparents wrapped around her little finger. She intoxicates the rest with her wide, innocent, toothless grin.

Miss Mini pachadi is here to lighten and brighten our lives. We look forward to building a lifetime’s worth of memories with her.

P.S.: I hope she gets her mother’s sense of humor.