“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…
The tale of the modak
She watched her dad as he stood looking at a photo frame in hand. With every passing year, the wound crept deeper. It gorged on his heart as he chanced upon this picture of him with his younger brother. Back in the day, they were a strong team. Always ready to take on the day…
The tale of the SangSom bucket @CocoTams
“Have you ever sat by the seaside and heard the winds rustle by, oozing with this silent, salty sweetness that percolates into your soul. If you have, it’s time to let you in on a secret. You’ve heard about the power, haven’t you?” The specks of gold in his eyes lit up as he came…
The tale of the Papaya Salad @KobThai Koh Samui
Tale teller: Nikhil Katara He was tall, He was smiling He was french… She was quiet, She was shy , She was Russian. I was on vacation , I couldn’t help eavesdropping, I was Indian, I had the google translate on and I could understand every word of what they were saying. I’d heard french…
The tale of the Baklava @SinfulDough bandra
She was in her balcony, counting the stars in the velvety sky. It was mesmerising. She sighed, feeling like an inconsequential dot in the world. In fact, she was smaller than that. Was there such a thing? She didn’t know for sure, may be she would find out on being promoted to the 4th grade….
The tale of the Pad Thai @Cafe69
She pulled on the luscious strands of flat noodles as a million thoughts fluttered in her head, It had to be a real story. They always had a way of connecting with the audience. And then suddenly an idea started taking a concrete form in her head. She had been just an ordinary kid. A…
The tale of the Shrimp salad at The Chef, Chaweng
No, this wasn’t the best shrimp salad she had had. It was a little sweet, honey glazed and slightly tangy in parts. But overall, it was good. The shrimp was plump and juicy, spurting with flavours with every bite. But it was sweet. And she wasn’t really a big fan of sweet savouries. As she…
The tale of the Barley and Jowar salad @TheBombayCanteen
Imprisoned. A life sentence oscillated in front of his eyes like a clock pendulum. But this verdict was passed a good 14 years ago. As he changed into civil clothes to venture out into the world once again, he realised that freedom was overrated. So what if you got to walk the streets of the…
The tale of The Runway Roast @TheRunwayProject
She had never met her father. But she had imagined him. They often spoke in her mind. He gave her advice — which was basically the little voice in her head losing its shrill tone to assume a deep note. And she made do with this make-believe dad that lived on. Her sister laughed at…
The tale of the hajji tikka corner in bohri mohalla
A fire burned through the flesh, slow cooking it to perfection. The man overseeing the masterpiece had gentle eyes—they looked like they had seen the harsh complexities of life. A bead of sweat dripped occasionally down his temples as he turned the skewers that barbecued the kebabs. A whole lot of people were visiting his…
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