The ice cream shop was bustling. Jake waited impatiently in line, tapping his foot. He only had a 30 minute lunch break and time was ticking. An older man in front of him ordered two scoops of chocolate ice cream in a waffle cone. “Extra hot fudge,” he requested. The server complied and handed the…
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The tale of the ice cream
The hours ticked as he sat by the pavement, watching a flock of pigeons looking at him questioningly. Even the birds seemed so unwelcoming in this god forsaken city. He jumped up in a sudden fit of rage, storming into an ice cream parlour. Emack and Bolio’s read the signage. Some ice cream would help,…
The tale of the hummus bowl
She sat by the pavement, tears forming rivulets as they made their way from her welling eyes. She clicked open her wallet, looking at two battered notes of 100 rupees each, damp to the touch. All was lost. Dusting herself as she got up, she wiped away the tears with a determined swipe. Her vision…
The tale of the International Vodka Day
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It was the day he had been waiting for. His parents were out of town and he was already excited about his upcoming party. There was a host of things to do: shopping for some frozen starters, paper cutlery and plates, making a playlist to keep the party going…
The tale of the Aperol Spritz @aqua
He tapped his feet with an urgency. There was a current of emotion running through his body, flowing out from his toes. He gritted his teeth as he waited for the verdict. A silence penetrated the air making it stiller than usual. Tick. Tock. The second hand relentlessly rung in his ear, louder than ever…
The tale of the pineapple buns
Part 3 Time stood still. There were days when Virginia thought about home and the pineapple buns she often gorged on while she was in Vancouver. The crispy crust, the moist, warm spongy insides and some sweet memories added to the overall experience of enjoying this tea-time delicacy. So once in a while, she would…
The tale of the beef brisket
Part 2 The answer struck her like a bolt of lightning. “What was I going to do with it? Well, I know.” A look of determination seeped into her eyes as she thought of Plan B. No, she was not going to be just another corporate slave. This was a city of dreams and after…
The tale of the fishballs
Part 1 A 20-something girl from Vancouver finally stepped onto Hong Kong soil. She found an apartment that fit herself and her suitcase down Nathan Road and worked as an HR assistant at a reputed organisation. Every other day, she found herself walking down to 48 Pitt Street, Yau Ma Tei. She stood by the…
The tale of the wok @nomads
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…
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