She sat by her office window, aimlessly looking out, trying to find answers. Little did she know that the answers lay within. And then, something struck her like a bolt of lightning. She quickly looked up a list of old-age homes and planned visits to all of them. She was determined to make it happen….
The tale of the seafood risotto @rubytuesday
She looked at it quizzically. The prawns were glistening. The fish looked moist. There was a creamy sauce enveloping it all. And her mouth… well it was watering involuntarily. She looked around. He had a fork and spoon in hand. But he looked unimpressed by what was in front of them. She on the other…
The tale of the Black Bean Tofu @PureVeggieHouse
“I am beautiful,” I said to myself as I stepped out. It was the first time in a year that I had walked out with a purpose. I was going to office. And I was slowly but surely shaping my life to feel normal again. Staying home for a year was the toughest challenge I…
The tale of the sticky date pudding @PSCafe
“Your biggest win is your biggest loss.” He said as he paced up and down. There was a sudden madness in his eyes. A feeling of despair rose on the table with every step he took. “This is not working out.” He said, as he sat across her at their favourite cafe. “Okay. So what…
The tale of the chilly cheese toast @varietea
They were walking along the cobbled footpath, heads hung in despair. She sneaked a peak up at her father every now and then. She could feel him hurt from the inside, but she was looking for visible signs. A tear in the eye? A tremble of the lower lip? But all she saw was a…
The tale of the Kobe Sizzlers
I was born in a family that believed in dreaming big. Dad would say, “The world is your canvas.” Mom would concur with, “The world is too small. Think bigger.” We would sit by the dining table, learn a lesson on table manners, relish our meals. And then… think up a story, add some theatrics…
The tale of the Brown Sugar Deerioca Milk
He worked night shifts. And as soon as he got off work, he got himself a glass full of brown sugar deerioca milk, every morning without fail. Usually, there would be a serpentine queue that would test his patience on most days. But these days, things were different. There were fewer people in line waiting…
The tale of the Bombay Wada pao
Toss, and turn. There is a virus lurking around you. Can you see it? No, you can’t of course. But you can feel it. It’s in your mind, eating into your grey cells. You block your mind to this panic. But as you glide into your sleep, you see it there, in your dreams, waiting…
The tale of the colourful Xiao Long Baos
“Take your time and think about all the things you want to be when you grow up. I will ask you again in three weeks. So you have enough time to think over it.” She looked down at her feet. Somehow, this helped her think faster. She was just in the 10th grade and was…
The tale of the coffee with drinking chocolate
It was the first week back at the hostel. She looked down at her calendar and then at her messy apartment. There was so much to do, but such little time. The anxiety was getting to her. She plugged in her earphones and tapped the play button. “The world is not an ideal place. It…
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