Pattoo’s other hobbies include sway dancing with a soft patter, climbing through the arms to the shoulder, scattering seeds instead of eating them and grooming your hair(body hair if you’re bald) like a hair stylist with sass!🤍
Birth of മുല്ല & ചന്ദൻ
16th March 2026
Devu & I were settling for a mundane Monday morning until we received a call from Kallu (a) Kalyani. I overheard a tone of distress from the other side, but Devu smiled with her eyes wide open in surprise. It was a surprise because this pregnancy was unplanned - folks here weren’t sure that Pinky the mamagoat was pregnant, but she was just chubby on the backside. They were underprepared.
We bolted to the spot to find that Pinky had already delivered to a kid (a brown male) and Kallu had cleared its nose to drain excess fluid from the amniotic sac. We were able to see the placenta hanging behind the goat, which typically happens post-kidding. Everyone thought that was it - that the goat had only a single offspring. Devu advised to lay the kid next to its mum so she could lick it and familiarise herself with her kid. Both Devu and Kallu helped the kid find his mum’s udder, and he was already sucking at it while standing on his feeble and unsteady limbs. Devu praised Pinky for her patience whilst they tended to the kid (some mama goats get annoyed and are prone to getting aggressive at this stage).
Then came the second one - white, slimy and shivering after the placenta dropped, which caught us all by surprise. It is important to note that Janma (the kid in the video) mentioned “two, two” minutes before the second one was born, but we brushed it off because we knew for a fact that she was only familiar with the numbers 1 and 2. Anything more than 1 is 2 for Janma, and we conveniently assumed she was referring to the mum and the first kid. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn’t, but the timing was too perfect to be ignored as a coincidence.
After the mama goat and the kids settled, we gathered at the porch to discuss possible names for the kids. Few rounds of lame names later, we named the younger white one - Mulla (meaning jasmine) and the elder brown one Chandan (meaning sandal). From now on, the house will hear 3 times more bleating, and the grounds are about to receive little hoofprints from all the prancing around of Mulla & Chandan.
Things I learnt about you in a year and vow to have in my heart for the rest of our lives:
I wouldn’t trust you with google maps, but I would blindly follow what you say when it comes to the matters of the heart. I don’t like it when you skip more than one meal a day but I love that you make sure I’m well fed no matter what. While you take 20 minutes to get ready and I take 5, I cherish the crossover that we get to have for a moment in front of the mirror. I’ll never get tired of tickle-massaging you to sleep and won’t get mad if you turn the other side because I know you’ll come back to embrace me in the later hours of sleep. I will try my best not to drink the water out of your bottle and I’ll consider that an extension of the geo political conflict that Kerala and Tamil Nadu has over water for many years. I know that you mostly don’t decline when it comes to indulging in ice creams and I’ll be gladly reckless in suggesting the idea from time to time. I know that you love compliments and I love how you glow when you receive them - I’ll keep giving them especially when you think that you’re not at your best. Lastly, I’ll hold your hand or let you hold mine no matter where life leads us, now and forever.
A friend asked me,
How do you know when you’re in love?
You don’t know when you’re in love.
You don’t know what to do when you wake up in the morning and look at her sleeping next to you, you just kiss her cheeks and hope she doesn’t wake up.
You don’t know what to do when you miss her so much in the middle of a random working day between an important meeting that suddenly doesn’t feel important anymore.
You don’t know how to give her a compliment that would make her heart full,
because you’ve run out of ways to tell her how grateful you’re for her.
You don’t know when she asks what would look good on her, because you’ve seen her unkempt, wearing your loose clothes and still felt so attracted to her.
You don’t know when you’re in love. You never really do.
