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 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 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 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…