The tale of the Grapefruit Gin & Tonic @liltmumbai

They looked at each other, stumped. There was an awkward silence weighing the air down. And all he did was stare. She met his eye, with a little bit of suspicion and some amount of concern. “No”, said she. Without giving him the chance to say a word. “But I haven’t even said anything yet.”…

The tale of the schezwan cheese pizza @shiv sagar

The moon sat atop a sea of clouds with the purple mountains giving it some company. The trees rustled as they admired the view. A twinkle here and a flashlight there. Dusk had its own beauty. And the three of them just sat there, looking out at the lush highway as the sun dipped its…

The tale of the Gimlet Soda @TrueTrammTrunk

Do you know that Gin and Tonic was first discovered in India? He took a swig of his premixed cocktail and said, “How does that make a difference to my life, son?” “Umm… you’re having something inspired by that, son?” “Yeah so what d’you want me to do? Clap?” “Why are you being such a…

The tale of the blue rice sushi @FooMumbai

She watched the television set as if her life depended on it—unblinking, hypnotised with the digital image and its myriad colours. It was the Miss Universe Contest 2019. There were so many contestants out there, from different parts of the world who had a darker skin tone than hers, but they looked so confident in…

The tale of the sweet soda lime

The tale of the sweet soda lime Take some time off and think. What do you want to be in life? How would you like to introduce yourself when you grow up? He sat there thinking, almost going cockeyed thinking of the possibilities. Chachu, I want to be a dog walker! “Are you serious about…

The tale of the prawn momos @busago

They met once in a year. He never got his eyes off her. She never stopped talking. And every time they met, it was like the time they first met… in Goa. That day was a special one. The sun was up. The birds were a little too chirpy. She walked out of her room…

The tale of the classic hummus @Bayroute

Write with a broken heart, it writes better than a pen. The ink oozes through the gashes, bleeding feelings onto the paper. And the story… well it only gets better. It’s the kind of catharsis you’re looking for, making you feel alive. Your heart loves to tell stories, it’s well known to be naive. Write…

The tale of the sushi @HideYamamoto Macau

She walked. Stopped. Walked. Stopped. Walked again. The big bag she carried was heavy. All that was a part of her past was inside. The world was all nice and happy. Smiling faces. Young girls eating candy with their dads. Old men singing in the square where someone played the violin.  The rains had come….

The tale of the Truffle Oil Mushroom Toast @thescribblestories

It was 14 days to the wedding. The anxiety levels were on the rise. Her daughter’s outfits weren’t done, YET! A palpable atmosphere and a to-do list were her constant companions. And the D-day approached like a lion closed in on its prey. She looked at her clock, and thought, this time, 14 days from…