Some days, you remember not because anything big happened, but because someone small made it big.
We took our little one to the temple this weekend. Two years old, dressed in her traditional best; “pattu langa”, “tiny anklets”, and absolutely convinced she was the one giving everyone else the tour.
She’s at that age where everything is genuinely new. The cool stone under her feet. The smoke from the deepam. The echo of her own footsteps. You can’t make that look in someone’s eyes, you just hope you remember to film it before it’s gone.
Sharing the video here because some moments deserve more than a phone gallery. Volume up for the giggles.
