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…
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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…
The tale of the soupy noodles
They had it all. Every thing they ever wanted. She loved him. He loved her. But there’s always a but that spoils it all. They looked through the window and the city still looked resplendent. The neon lights flickered in the night sky, and neither of them said a word. They had stopped communicating a…
The tale of the grilled sandwich
She came from a conservative Muslim family, did the namaaz twice a day and was never seen without a hijab. She wore it with a little bit of apprehension. Every time she stepped out, she would see little kids pointing in her direction and laughing. This was not the India she had grown up in….
The tale of the strawberries and cream
“This year has been the toughest by far. I found myself struggling to live a dream. A dream that was shattered by reality. I stood on tenterhooks, waiting for the tide to turn. But it didn’t. It got worse. And I lost a lot of hope in the process. That was my mistake. Hope is…
The tale of the fish balls @wahkee snacks
Put your hands together, For the mockery of democracy. You are in the midst of a show of a lifetime. So brace yourself for the drama. Hold onto your pot bellies, And laugh your heart out. And with that heart of yours, Laugh out your good morales. Just so that you leave no room for…
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