The tale of the quesadillas @barrio by Mex Out

His grandfather had oesophageal cancer. The day it was detected, the cancer spread like the plague, infecting all their lives. One second he had just an ordinary cough. The next second, he had the big C. “I still remember the day.” He thought. His Dadaji would wear a crisp formal safari suit to work. And…

The tale of the forest mushroom pizza at The Lantern Bar @fullertonbayhotel

She looked at herself in the rest room mirror, feeling a sense of disappointment spread through her veins. Right next to her, a voluptuous girl stood, washing her hands. She stared point blank in her direction. Unabashed. Unflinching. She stared at her curves wide-eyed as a prayer reverberated through her mind. “Oh god, why can’t…

The tale of the fish tacos @AKA bistro

He snapped his gold-gilded book shut. “Damn you!” He screamed. Looking down at the book, he screamed again, “DAMN YOU!” His voice echoed through the walls of the hospital. Superpowers were only in books. And he was no superman. His eyes glistened as he thought about the hole in his heart. Growing up on stories…

The tale of the Avocado toast @plenty Mumbai

This was the first evening that they were going to spend away from each other. At first, when she suggested this, a slight anxiety burned through his veins. But then, he eased into it, thinking that he had to let her be with her friends, once in a while. This girl was something else. She…

The tale of the golden snitch @henpeckedmumbai

She sat at the table with a swollen lip. She had bitten it too hard this time in an attempt to display her anger. Her mother, sat across her, with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. She looked down at the not-so-interesting table mat feigning great interest—in order to avoid her mother’s penetrating gaze. But…

The tale of the takeaway burrito bowl @nutcrackermumbai

He had done his bit. One last time, he did it again. As he filled the sack with the plump grains of rice, he looked at it like a mother’s gaze on her child. He had spent his life taking care of these little grains. But in return, all he got was insurmountable pain. He…

The tale of the Prawns @BarefootResort

I’ll knock at your door And hope that you answer it I’ll wait till you see the smoke from my burning regrets Slowly travel through the little crevices around your door I’ll wait till you hear my loud cries Even though they reach you as faint whispers   I’ll wait for you to pass your…

The tale of the glitter coffee @coffeebydibella

Something was up. And the matron knew it. She noticed every time the little girl’s feet slipped through the cracks and merged with the background. She was impossible to catch. And the matron’s old bones gave way every time she tried to follow her tracks. She was always too fast. And there was always something…

The tale of the Cappuccino @Munjohresort

The tide had turned. The crabs were limping out of their hiding places. The corals were being washed down the shores yet again. The sandy beaches had emerged from the repleting waves. And a happy sparkle had spread across the ocean. Mr. and Mrs. Chalston were walking down the coastline, admiring the serene day. It…

The tale of the prawn curry at Anju Coco, Havelock Island

The day hangry little Berty Bubblehood bumped into the guy she loved, she knew this was not it. She looked at him and thought, “This is not the guy I dreamed about.” Fair enough. He wasn’t as tall. He didn’t have the perfect set of teeth. He didn’t have an enchanting smile. No. Nah. NEVER….