She came from a conservative Muslim family, did the namaaz twice a day and was never seen without a hijab. She wore it with a little bit of apprehension. Every time she stepped out, she would see little kids pointing in her direction and laughing. This was not the India she had grown up in….
Author: Tasting Tales
The tale of the strawberries and cream
“This year has been the toughest by far. I found myself struggling to live a dream. A dream that was shattered by reality. I stood on tenterhooks, waiting for the tide to turn. But it didn’t. It got worse. And I lost a lot of hope in the process. That was my mistake. Hope is…
The tale of the fish balls @wahkee snacks
Put your hands together, For the mockery of democracy. You are in the midst of a show of a lifetime. So brace yourself for the drama. Hold onto your pot bellies, And laugh your heart out. And with that heart of yours, Laugh out your good morales. Just so that you leave no room for…
The tale of the spicy salmon roll @jia
The day you feel absolutely alone, you’ll know, you’ve only just started living. Up until this moment, you were probably living in a fairytale – a make belief world where you are surrounded by the people who love you. And before you know it, you’re fending for yourself. You have someone criticising every action of…
The tale of the Portuguese Chicken Skewers @DirtyBuns
He was a pharmacist. He had spent days, nights and midnights scouring through hordes of voluminous books—the ones that could scare you with their mere size. But through all of this, he was patient. He was a dutiful son, walking on the path that his father had carefully paved. The 24-hour pharmacy down the gully…
The tale of the La Santa Maria @Elia
As a kid, he often came across an idiom that always put him in deep thought. “Variety is the spice of life.” It was such an absurd phrase. He loved to visit the same old places, eat the tried and tested recipes, sit by the same spot on the dining table and so on… He prided…
The tale of the avocado on toast @TheClearingHouse
I always loved observing strangers. I thought about what they were going through. Their expressions, the body language, the way they ran their fingers through their hair… I loved to read them. Their faces mirrored their hearts. And my eyes feasted on their thoughts. So every Friday, I scheduled a date with myself. And I…
The tale of the chinese order from Take Away Express
She sat listlessly. There was a storm of thoughts clouding her mind. As the page loaded on her MacBook, the storm in her head darkened. It was a thick smog of her parent’s expectations from her, competition from her besties and the answers to all the questions that were already coming pouring her way. Today,…
The tale of the Mango Ice Cream @ClubMedKani
The temperature was soaring. The wind was blowing with a purpose—whistling its siren under the canopy of an overcast sky. Her heart raced. His smile widened. She trembled at the thought of an adventure. And he lived to feel the adrenaline rush through his veins. He didn’t believe in dying a hundred deaths before the real…
The tale of the chicken sandwich at Hyatt Regency Ahmedabad
“Why does your mind wander to places you’ve never been before?” Quipped the scientist. There was pin drop silence. A crow cawed somewhere in the distance to break it. And then a hand shot up, “Professor, how does this relate to the subject?” He looked at the student, half a smile spreading across his face….
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