I got Oreo when she was just 500 grams – a goofy ball of fluff no bigger than my hand. Now she’s a confident, expressive 5-kilo co-pilot who’s not just grown up with me but grown into every part of my life.
She came home during lockdown, at a time when the world paused – and unknowingly gave me a reason to stay present. Her tiny routine became mine. Feed her, walk her, nap beside her. In doing that, I found rhythm. I found joy again.
Since then, Oreo has travelled with me across the country. From long road trips to cafe workdays, she’s seen beaches, hills, city chaos, and calm sunsets. Always adjusting. Always watching out for me. She’s not just my furchild – she’s my pause button, my emotional compass, and my reminder to breathe through the madness.
Whether I’m deep in consulting work, dreaming up skincare ideas for Pookie Beauty, or hosting guests at At Ghar, Oreo is always nearby – sometimes under my desk, sometimes in my suitcase, always in my heart.
