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….

The tale of the grilled tuna at Full Moon Cafe, Havelock Island

A pensive silence hung around, making the very air around him heavy with discomfort. He looked transfixed into his phone. A memory came flooding back to his mind. It was him at his mother’s funeral. He sat there, thinking about how painful it was. He gulped at his saliva and continued looking at his phone….

The tale of the protein power smoothie @jamjardiner

Every day, she walked down the same road. Caught the same bus. Sat in the same seat. Looked out of the same window. And sighed the same sigh. It was a soulful one. Because every single day, she saw it there. Jamjar Diner, read the board. She had never seen the inside of it. But…

The tale of the waffles @grandmamascafe

Tale teller: @the_ink_decoction If I were to define my life in a sentence, I wouldn’t be able to. Why? Let me tell you why… because I am a big, big woman, and a sentence will not be able to explain my big beautiful existence. I have always been called names. There was a time when I…

The tale of the Turkish delights

My brother pushes the car My heart skips a beat My dad holds my mom Our eyes tear up as they meet They’re ready to let me go I’m not their problem anymore An ornate silence engulfs us as the engine revs My brother winks at me, “don’t trouble him too much,” he says He…