Tarun has figured out different storkes for different folks.
He lets his dad carry him to the garden in the mornings and evenings.
He bites his mom's right shoulder with his razor sharp 3 and 1/2 teeth
wherever possible - no time bar!
He grabs things from his elder bro Tejas.
He keeps a safe distance from his grandpa
(whose favourite way of holding children will make them breathless
since they only part they will be able to move is their big bright eyes).
When Tarun comes to me he loves to swirl in the executive chair
with a high back to my background music in Sankarabharana raagam
or climb on me as if I were the mount Everest
holding on to my silver hair near both my ears and
jump on my upholstered belly as if it were a trampoline.