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….
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The tale of the Signature Sundae @6th Street Yogurt
There we stood between the narrow alleys of a dingy city. Bombay. Mumbai. Maximum City. The place had many names. But every tongue that uttered it had a dream. My dream, was to make a home here. I was a writer, a struggling one. I landed a job in an advertising agency that paid me…
The tale of the Holla Nutella and Red Riding Hood pancakes @99_pancakes
“With every passing day, my life got a little more bitter. I was born with an innocence that believed in the world. I put my faith into things and people. And watched them break and drift away—crushing my heart every time I watched them go. I was told that I am facing the hardships of…
The tale of the badam lotus @TheAnantaUdaipur
The starry night poured its twinkling brilliance into her soul, every time she looked up at the sky. A gentle breeze flirted with her saree. And the dewy green blades of grass crunched under her wedges as she walked down the beautifully manicured lawns at her friend’s wedding. To another girl, the beautiful setting would…
The tale of the frozen yogurt @yole
“I am struggling. I have a million stories to tell. But today, I have none. I’m trying to come up with something that you’d love to read, but in the process I’m writing tales that I wouldn’t want to read myself. For a writer, that’s claustrophobia. There are words trapped in my mind. And they’re…
The tale of the golden snitch @henpeckedmumbai
She sat at the table with a swollen lip. She had bitten it too hard this time in an attempt to display her anger. Her mother, sat across her, with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. She looked down at the not-so-interesting table mat feigning great interest—in order to avoid her mother’s penetrating gaze. But…
The tale of the blueberry cheesecake @indigodelicatessen
Her eyes were jammed on the clock. They followed the second hand as it tick-tocked its way to another hour, unaware of her gaze. She blinked lesser every minute: major credit for which went to her phone—because it didn’t blink at all. And that was the problem. In between longing for messages and hurting to…
The tale of the @lindt_chocolate
He tore away from his family with just one wish reverberating through his mind. Let their stomachs be full and their hearts be strong. And after spending 48 hours in the trains, he set a foot in the city of Bombay. There were drinking water fountains, a sea of people and of course, a neck-craning…
Tale of the organic flour waffles @thepantrymumbai
Who will you be five years from now? This question has been posed to most of us at least once in life. But when Mr. Mehra was asked this question, he replied instantly sans any expressions: “I will be an actor.” The responses to this answer ranged from “Stop joking” to “Have you lost your…
The tale of the rose petal and pistachio modak
They walked into the door and with them walked in the silence. It was as conspicuous as a fly in a cup of tea. It floated around them, forcing them to notice it—together with the people surrounding them. It was ugly and in the face. All she wanted was for it to end. All he…
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