The tale of the Papaya Salad @KobThai Koh Samui

Tale teller: Nikhil Katara He was tall, He was smiling He was french… She was quiet, She was shy , She was Russian. I was on vacation , I couldn’t help eavesdropping, I was Indian, I had the google translate on and I could understand every word of what they were saying. I’d heard french…

The tale of the Baklava @SinfulDough bandra

She was in her balcony, counting the stars in the velvety sky. It was mesmerising. She sighed, feeling like an inconsequential dot in the world. In fact, she was smaller than that. Was there such a thing? She didn’t know for sure, may be she would find out on being promoted to the 4th grade….

The tale of the Pad Thai @Cafe69

She pulled on the luscious strands of flat noodles as a million thoughts fluttered in her head, It had to be a real story. They always had a way of connecting with the audience. And then suddenly an idea started taking a concrete form in her head. She had been just an ordinary kid. A…

The tale of the Shrimp salad at The Chef, Chaweng

No, this wasn’t the best shrimp salad she had had. It was a little sweet, honey glazed and slightly tangy in parts. But overall, it was good. The shrimp was plump and juicy, spurting with flavours with every bite. But it was sweet. And she wasn’t really a big fan of sweet savouries. As she…

The tale of the Barley and Jowar salad @TheBombayCanteen

Imprisoned. A life sentence oscillated in front of his eyes like a clock pendulum. But this verdict was passed a good 14 years ago. As he changed into civil clothes to venture out into the world once again, he realised that freedom was overrated. So what if you got to walk the streets of the…

The tale of The Runway Roast @TheRunwayProject

She had never met her father. But she had imagined him. They often spoke in her mind. He gave her advice — which was basically the little voice in her head losing its shrill tone to assume a deep note. And she made do with this make-believe dad that lived on. Her sister laughed at…

The tale of the hajji tikka corner in bohri mohalla

A fire burned through the flesh, slow cooking it to perfection. The man overseeing the masterpiece had gentle eyes—they looked like they had seen the harsh complexities of life. A bead of sweat dripped occasionally down his temples as he turned the skewers that barbecued the kebabs. A whole lot of people were visiting his…

The tale of the sugarcane juice

She walked towards the sugarcane stall with 12 rupees secured safely in hand. After all, her nana had given them to her. It was the first time he had ever shown any affection towards her—even if he had just wordlessly handed it over to her… maybe it had got something to do with her jaundice….

The tale of the Avocado on Toast @The Clearing House

He was a douchebag. Imagine a not-so-good-looking Johnny Bravo kind of guy with a stink-in-the-nose kind of expression at all times. It was a lethal combination. He drove people nuts with his selfies. They were everywhere. On Facebook, every day he stole a quote from Winston Churchill and other badasses and wrote them like he…