A little something about Hazel
Five years of
little moments...
A story about a little bunny,
and the memories that quietly
became a life.
Today, the little soul behind these memories turns
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAZEL
Five years of tiny moments,
beautiful memories,
and one very unmistakable little soul.
Before the memories begin...
Let me tell you
about Hazel.
I have no claim over his story.
I was simply there long enough to notice
the little things that make Hazel,
Hazel.
The way he looks at something before deciding
whether it deserves his attention.
The way food can suddenly become the most
important subject in the world.
The way a quiet moment somehow becomes
unforgettable when he is in it.
So as these five years unfold,
don't just look at the photographs and videos.
Look closely.
Hazel always tells you who he is.
5 September
A kiddo was born
to spread love.
Before there were five birthdays,
countless photographs,
journeys, favourite foods and sleepy faces,
there was simply Hazel.
A tiny soul entering a world
that was completely new to him.
He didn't know the people around him.
He didn't know the places.
He didn't know the routines.
He was simply learning.
And somewhere along the way, a little prince found his people.
And this is where the story changes
From a little life
to a little home.
The next memories are from the beginning.
Hazel is still tiny here.
Still figuring things out.
Still discovering what food is,
what comfort feels like,
and which humans can be trusted.
If you watch carefully,
you'll notice something else beginning too.
Hazel's personality.
And then... 08 Oct
His little world
was about to change.
A mother handed her little one to someone she trusted to care for her prince just as she would.
And that was the beginning of something very special.
A tiny first bath.
One of the first little memories
First
bath.
Growing and glowing.
Still so little.
Still discovering everything.
And already there was something
unmistakably Hazel about him.
That curious little presence.
That tiny face.
That quiet way of making an ordinary
moment feel worth remembering.
30 days
Thirty
days old.
How can someone so small already mean so much?
Thirty little days had passed.
Hazel was still learning the world,
but the world was already learning him.
Give him a little space,
something interesting to look at,
and eventually something worth eating —
and you could almost see his tiny mind
putting everything together.
Just thirty days of Hazel.
Now watch closely...
This is where
Hazel starts becoming Hazel.
First came the basics:
growing, eating, exploring.
Then came opinions.
Strong ones.
Especially about food.
And if there is one thing these next
few memories make very clear,
Hazel has never been shy about
expressing what he likes.
A very serious coriander fan.
A little personality appears
He found
his favourite.
Soon it became clear that Hazel
had very important opinions.
And coriander?
Coriander was not just food.
Coriander was an event.
The little foodie era began.
Trying the good things
Watermelon
days.
Every new taste was a tiny adventure.
Hazel had a way of making food look
like a very serious investigation.
A sniff.
A pause.
A decision.
And then, if approved,
absolutely no hesitation.
One happy little bite at a time.
A taste of summer.
The classic bunny favourite.
A bunny being a bunny
Carrot
time.
And of course, there were carrots.
Tiny paws.
Happy crunches.
And that unmistakable expression
of a bunny who has found something
he considers completely acceptable.
Some things are simply meant to be.
Time was moving fast...
Five
months.
Five months.
Old enough for habits to appear.
Old enough for preferences to become obvious.
Old enough for that little personality
to stop being a mystery.
Hazel was no longer simply growing.
He was becoming himself.
Growing faster than we could keep up.
Five months of little Hazel.
A million-dollar feeling.
The little things
Wish time
would stop.
There are moments that don't look
important while they are happening.
Hazel eating.
Hazel resting.
Hazel simply existing in his little world.
And somehow those are the moments
you want to keep forever.
And somehow, soon he was turning one.
And then, almost without warning...
The little one
turned one.
This next part is not really about a birthday.
It is about realizing how quickly
a tiny life can become part of
the rhythm of a home.
One year had passed.
And Hazel had already left
more memories behind him
than anyone could have imagined.
Before we knew it...
You were
already one.
Somehow, the little one
who had just arrived home
was already celebrating
a whole year of being Hazel.
One tiny year.
A thousand little memories.
And by now, one thing was obvious:
Hazel had no intention of being
an ordinary little bunny.
And you were already stealing hearts without even trying.
One year of Hazel.
But one year was only the beginning...
There were still
so many versions
of Hazel to meet.
The next memories are where
the personality becomes impossible to miss.
The model.
The traveller.
The foodie.
The sleepy one.
The romantic.
And, occasionally...
the little troublemaker.
He understood the assignment.
The camera loves him
Strike
a pose.
Some bunnies run from the camera.
Hazel?
Hazel appears to believe
the camera exists specifically for him.
One look.
One pose.
Zero hesitation.
Born to be admired.
A soft spot
Love
has whiskers.
There was room in Hazel's little heart
for more than food and attention.
There was room for friendship too.
Especially for a certain cat.
Hazel never seemed particularly interested
in whether someone looked different from him.
If the company felt right,
that was enough.
Friends come in all shapes and fluffiness.
A friendship we did not know we needed.
Pure grace, in bunny form.
The quiet beautiful moments
So much
grace.
Hazel could be funny.
Hazel could be dramatic.
Hazel could become completely focused
when food appeared.
But every now and then,
there was this version of him.
Quiet.
Gentle.
Almost impossibly peaceful.
A little soul, full of light.
The good-boy uniform
Best
dressed.
No ordinary bunny could pull off
an outfit with this much confidence.
Hazel did not seem to understand
the concept of looking uncomfortable
in front of a camera.
If anything,
he looked like he had been waiting
for this exact moment.
Very good boy. Very serious fashion.
Dressed for absolutely no occasion.
A photograph worth keeping
Handsome
Hazel.
Some photographs capture a moment.
Others capture a personality.
This one feels like the second kind.
The kind of picture you find years later
and immediately remember the whole day around it.
This face. Honestly.
And then Hazel discovered something else...
The world
was much bigger
than his home.
What comes next is Hazel outside
his usual little kingdom.
New places.
New smells.
New sounds.
And, as you will soon notice,
one very predictable ending
to almost every adventure.
Sleep mode.
A much bigger world
First little
travels.
Then Hazel began to explore.
New views.
New smells.
New places to investigate.
He looked like a tiny traveller
discovering that the world was
considerably larger than he had imagined.
Of course, every great adventure
eventually required one thing.
A nap.
Adventure is exhausting work, you know.
Out in the world.
And straight into sleep mode.
Even Santa had a plan.
A festive little scandal
Santa
wanted him.
Apparently, Hazel was so irresistible
that even Santa considered taking him home.
Honestly?
Understandable.
But absolutely not allowed.
Nice try, Santa.
A seasonal message
Happy New
Year, bro.
Hazel even found his own special way
to send good wishes.
Naturally, it had to have
a little pahadi style.
Because if Hazel is going to say
Happy New Year,
he is going to do it properly.
A greeting from the most important member of the family.
Pahadi wishes, delivered by Hazel.
The injustice of it all.
Late-night thoughts
Grass for me.
Sweets for you?
Hazel had questions.
Very valid questions.
Why is he eating grass
while everyone else gets the sweets?
Somewhere inside that little head,
a formal complaint was definitely being prepared.
The teasing never ends. Neither does the drama.
A little weather report
Rainy-day
joy.
For Hazel, rain was not simply weather.
It was another thing to inspect.
Another sound.
Another smell.
Another little piece of the world
asking for his attention.
Hazel has always seemed very good
at finding something interesting
in ordinary days.
Some days are better with a little rain.
Rain, but make it a memory.
Home is wherever Hazel is.
A new little chapter
Moving
day.
The boxes moved.
The furniture moved.
The surroundings changed.
Hazel?
Hazel brought the important part with him.
His little personality.
His habits.
His presence.
Same little prince. New kingdom.
An important first
Mangoes
for the first time.
A new fruit entered Hazel's life.
And he took the assignment seriously.
First came the investigation.
Then the taste.
Then the verdict.
The verdict, unsurprisingly,
was very positive.
Official taste-test results: one very happy bunny.
A very successful first mango.
Another year disappeared...
And Hazel
was two.
By now, there was no mystery left.
You could almost predict Hazel.
Food would get his attention.
Sleep would eventually win.
A camera would produce a pose.
And somehow,
every celebration became better
simply because Hazel was there.
Another year of Hazel
Two years
of magic.
The tiny bunny who had only just arrived
was already having another birthday.
Time had clearly decided to run.
Two years meant more than another candle.
It meant two years of habits,
expressions, adventures,
food preferences and tiny routines
becoming unmistakably his.
Two years, and twice as loved.
Birthday boy, take one.
Cake was involved, obviously.
The midnight patrol begins.
After-hours investigations
Searching
for snacks.
When the house went quiet,
Hazel's working hours apparently began.
There had to be food somewhere.
And Hazel was going to find it.
This is the kind of thing that makes
Hazel so easy to understand.
Give him a mission,
and he takes it seriously.
A bunny must be prepared.
A festive blessing
Santa
Hazel.
This time, Hazel was not the one
being kidnapped by Santa.
He became Santa himself.
And somehow,
that feels exactly right.
Because Hazel has a strange talent
for turning ordinary moments
into little celebrations.
The cutest kind of Christmas magic.
Ho ho ho, from Hazel.
One packed schedule.
A day in the life
What a
busy day.
Eat.
Groom.
Rest.
Sleep.
It may not look hectic to us,
but Hazel had a very serious routine
to maintain.
There is an art to living this well.
Booked and busy, from sunrise to nap time.
After a long week
Sunday,
Hazel style.
The week could wait.
Sunday was made for slowing down,
looking adorable,
and doing exactly as little as possible.
Hazel seemed to understand
something humans often forget:
resting is not laziness.
Sometimes it is the entire plan.
Rest is an art form.
Caught stealing hearts again.
A repeat offender
Hazel the
heart thief.
He had no mask.
No plan.
No apology.
He simply showed up,
looked adorable,
and walked away with everybody's heart.
Somehow,
he has never been caught.
Or perhaps everyone simply
decided to let him keep the hearts.
The lootera of our lives.
The romantic era
Trying to
win her over.
Hazel had a soft side too.
There were attempts at charm.
Winter-morning coziness.
And eventually,
a Valentine's moment made
for the scrapbook.
Whether the campaign was successful
is still up for debate.
But the effort?
Impressive.
A lover boy, apparently.
The convincing begins.
Soft winter mornings.
Valentine's, the Hazel way.
Do not disturb.
Cuteness overload
Sleepy
little face.
No grand adventure needed.
Sometimes Hazel was simply
impossibly cute,
asleep,
and entirely unaware of the effect
he had on everyone watching.
This may be one of his greatest talents.
The kind of quiet you want to keep forever.
Salt air, tiny paws
First steps
on the beach.
The sand.
The sea.
A completely different world
underneath those tiny feet.
Hazel made every adventure feel bigger
simply by being curious about it.
And yes,
the sandy paws were worth it.
A beach day to remember.
Those first sandy paws.
India's tiniest supporter.
A very important celebration
India won.
Hazel cheered.
Some wins are for the whole country.
And some come with a very special
bunny sending his own congratulations.
Hazel may be tiny,
but apparently his support
is national in scale.
A proud little supporter.
The perfect formula
Eat. Rest.
Nap. Repeat.
Hazel had discovered
the secret to a good life.
Eat when hungry.
Rest when tired.
Nap whenever possible.
He was kind enough
to demonstrate this philosophy
repeatedly.
Honestly, he might be onto something.
A lifestyle, not a schedule.
Three years of Hazel
Another cake.
Another year.
By then, birthdays were no longer
just milestones.
They were proof.
Proof of every funny,
gentle,
chaotic,
sleepy,
food-loving little moment
that had come before.
Three years of making life softer, funnier, and fuller.
Three years in...
You stop counting
the big moments.
Because Hazel's real story
was never only about birthdays.
It was in the photographs
that were taken for no particular reason.
The sleepy face.
The favourite food.
The backpack.
The little look.
These are the moments
that quietly become the ones
people remember most.
A collection of tiny miracles
Too cute
to move on.
Some photographs do not need
a complicated story.
They simply make you stop.
You look once.
Then again.
And somehow,
you are still looking.
How is one little face allowed to be this cute?
And then there were more
Still not
over it.
One page simply could not hold
all this sweetness.
So here are two more little reasons
to pause.
Because with Hazel,
"enough photographs"
has never really been a thing.
Some memories deserve a whole page to themselves.
A little blessing
Pure love,
sun-kissed.
There is something quietly magical
about Hazel.
A softness that makes ordinary moments
feel like they deserve to be remembered.
He does not need to do anything spectacular.
Sometimes simply being there is enough.
Just light, love, and that little face.
A small blessing.
Favourite things
Coriander
and cuddles.
The things Hazel loved
were always very clear.
A little good food.
A lot of love.
Familiar company.
And enough space to be himself.
It turns out,
that is a pretty beautiful way to live.
His heart was as full as his snack bowl.
Ready for anything
One look.
A whole journey.
Hazel could look at you once
and make the world feel better.
Add his little backpack
and suddenly he looked like
he had somewhere very important to be.
Perhaps he did.
A complete backpack of happiness.
All aboard Hazel's first train journey.
A new kind of adventure
First train
journey.
The world rolled past the window.
Hazel had a whole new adventure
to take in.
One little station.
One new view.
One more story added
to his growing collection.
Tiny traveller. Big stories.
Right after the journey
Four years
of Hazel.
And then there was another birthday.
Four years.
Four years of discovering,
travelling,
eating,
sleeping,
posing,
loving,
and quietly becoming
the Hazel everyone knows.
Four candles. Infinite memories.
A day tied with love
Rakhi
with Hazel.
Festivals became warmer
with Hazel in the picture.
A little tradition.
A few photographs.
A lot of affection.
And somewhere between
the rituals and the smiles,
Hazel became part of the celebration
in his own quiet way.
The sweetest part of every celebration.
The safest kind of love
Mama bear
and her prince.
Some bonds do not need explaining.
Hazel and his mama had the kind of love
that made every frame feel like home.
It is visible in the way he looks,
the way he settles,
and the quiet comfort
that exists between them.
Some relationships are simply felt.
Divine love, held close.
Dreaming of the important things.
Even in dreams
Probably
thinking of food.
When Hazel was sleeping,
nobody could know exactly
what was happening inside his dreams.
But everyone had a pretty strong theory.
If Hazel's waking life was any indication,
food was probably involved.
Some dreams are crunchy and green.
A cosy little life
Love, naps,
and his bed.
A calm evening.
His favourite company.
A bed made for relaxing.
Hazel had perfected
the gentle life.
No rush.
No schedule.
Just comfort.
The cutest picture of contentment.
A love story with green food.
Still his true love
Green food.
Happy Hazel.
After every adventure,
every birthday,
and every sleepy afternoon,
some things never changed.
Green food still had his whole heart.
Some favourites become memories.
Hazel's favourite became a personality trait.
The original favourite, forever.
Five years are built from firsts
And Hazel had
many more to come.
The next chapter is different.
These memories are about
Hazel discovering things
he had never experienced before.
A flight.
A festival.
A new world.
The sky.
And eventually,
the place that mattered most.
Home.
The sky was waiting
First time
in the air.
This was one of those moments
where Hazel's little world
suddenly became much bigger.
The air.
The movement.
The unfamiliar views.
And then there was another little moment
that belongs to the same story:
Hazel reaching toward the sky.
Two memories.
One feeling.
A tiny traveller discovering
just how big the world could be.
Tiny traveller. Endless sky.
Ready to fly.
A view he had never seen before.
Every moment, a first.
Somewhere between earth and sky.
He tried to hide. He got caught.
First Rakhi
A shy little
celebration.
Hazel's first Rakhi came with
a little hiding,
a little teasing,
and the warm kind of love
that makes a festival feel special.
He may have thought hiding
was a good strategy.
It wasn't.
Even a tiny prince cannot hide from love.
Everything was new
Trying to
understand it all.
Every sound.
Every face.
Every corner.
The world was full of things
Hazel had never seen before.
And that curious little look
says everything.
He wanted to understand.
He wanted to investigate.
He wanted to know.
Curious eyes. A world full of wonder.
The beginning of a thousand discoveries.
Where it all became real
First paws
at home.
And then,
he stepped into his home.
A tiny moment.
Almost too small to explain.
But sometimes the smallest moments
are the ones from which everything begins.
From this little step came
five years of stories.
From this little step, a whole life of love began.
The first step into a forever home.
And that is Hazel.
Not just five years
of memories.
Five years of little expressions.
Five years of favourite foods.
Five years of adventures.
Five years of birthdays.
Five years of naps.
Five years of being loved.
And the funny thing about Hazel
is that none of these moments
feel particularly extraordinary
on their own.
But put them together…
and slowly, you begin to understand
who Hazel really is.
A little prince.
A little foodie.
A little traveller.
A little heart thief.
And somehow, without ever asking for it,
he became a very big part
of a very beautiful story.
Five years later...
Thank you
for meeting Hazel.
Thank you for taking the time
to walk through five years
of his little world.
Maybe you came for the photographs.
Maybe you came for the videos.
Maybe you simply wanted to see
what makes Hazel so special.
Whatever brought you here,
I hope you leave knowing one thing:
Hazel has never needed to do
anything extraordinary to be unforgettable.
He simply has to be Hazel.
Five years down. A lifetime of little moments still ahead.
A letter for Hazel
Some words were
waiting for him.
Five years of little moments, tiny adventures, favourite treats, firsts, travels, and all the love in between.
But before the story ends, there is one last message.
And that's Hazel.
Happy 5th Birthday, Hazel.