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…
The tale of the cheesy siblings @wine rack
As she stood with her husband exchanging rings the brother looked on. They suddenly asked him to give a toast to the now husband and wife. He walked uncomfortably. He wasn’t that great at giving speeches but nonetheless he went and stood. He cleared his voice and stared at the hundreds who’d gathered around to…
The tale of the jalebi
The air was coated with a layer of dust, adding to my intrigue. There you stood waiting by a stall, and I hung in time as my eyes settled on you. There was a serpentine queue of bearded men and saree-draped women, little girls in ponytails and bent old uncles, all waiting patiently. But your…
The tale of the Som Tam with Tofu
It was food. Good food. Not just good, brilliant. She hadn’t eaten a Som Tam ever in her life. That’s mainly because she was vegetarian and didn’t think she would like the smell of fish oils. But then she gathered the courage and ordered it—a raw papaya salad with tofu. It was spicy, saucy, serendipitous….
The tale of the Jello Shots
“How old are you?” “28.” “Really, you look like you’re 8.” She rolled her eyes as she thought, when would this bullying stop? She was tired of being reminded that she was short—and when these remarks came from her long standing crush, it hurt even more. She lived with it every passing second. When her…
The tale of the ice creams outside Platinum Mall, Bangkok
We are the sum of our mistakes. She wrote this down in her tiny diary. It was nothing but a reminder to her that nobody was perfect. Today, she had snapped at her mother, snubbed her uber driver when he greeted her pleasantly, screamed at her junior in office and howled at her boyfriend when…
The tale of the layered behrouz biryani
No, it wasn’t the same. The way he looked at her had changed. In a fortnight, the King had changed his loyalties. His revered Queen was worshipped for her beauty. Subjects from all around the country and the world pilgrimed their way to King’s court, only to get a glimpse of her. But the King…
The tale of the Dahi Kachori @Taftoon
An initiative by Readings in the Shed. Tale teller: Nikhil Katara “I don’t believe it.” he said as he sat in the slightly lit, slightly dark part of Taftoon Bar and kitchen, munching on a rather delicious dahi kachori. “Why wouldn’t you?” she asked. He breathed in heavily. “So you are telling me, you saw…
The tale of the turnip cake @Keiba
“Hold the door for her. When she can’t help smiling to herself as you display your chivalry, look into her eyes and show her that you care. The times have changed, my boy, but a woman will always care for these little things. Wear a nice crisp shirt. And don’t forget to spray some perfume…
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