he tale of the seven layer cookie @thenutcrackermumbai

Her grandmother had a sweet tooth. She loved to hum a song, and sweeten her tastebuds. And it showed every time she spoke to someone. Love was the only feeling she generated. And let’s face it—the demand of love is higher than its supply. Her sugar-coated words struck a chord with everyone who heard her…

The tale of the Toffifee

The red light at the traffic signal blared. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down her back as a storm of confusion clouded her mind. She stood in the centre, waiting for her brain to give it’s own signal. And as the light changed from red to green, a deafening set of horns blew loud…

The tale of the takeaway @naturalicecream

Full stop. She hastily put the tiny, almost illegible dot on the paper, grinning from ear to ear and screaming in her head. Her eyes twinkled and teeth sparkled as she looked around animatedly. Her shiny pony swung happily from her strawberry shaped head, giving away her excitement in one glance. A little bit of…

The tale of the ice creams @disneyland

She’s all I have. I’m all she has. We’re getting along life. We’re waltzing on jazz. . A plane flew Right above us and through The holidays beckoned As they took off with our dearest crew . We waited, smiled And watched them go Never to return Our smiles tripped like dominoes in a row…

The tale of the millionaire chocolate brownie @theobromapatisserie

The refrigerator door groaned as she opened and shut it at intervals of 1.5 minutes. A silky chocolate brownie stared at her every time she opened it. And she stared right at it, thinking of the ways she was going to devour it. But then she remembered her mother say a Hindi proverb—sabr ka fal…

The tale of the Nutella Sea Salt cookies @sweetishhousemafia

“Look at her phone.” One of them whispered. Her sharp ears caught the words spoken behind the protection of a palm, said right into the ear that was meant to hear it. She looked at them as they giggled uncontrollably. And then one of them said directly to her, “hey that’s a good phone. My…

The tale of the takeaway Dutch Truffle @stregismumbai

30 minutes down. She was still waiting. Holding the cake as if her life depended on it, she waved a hand in the hope of hailing a taxi. In Bombay, your punctuality was directly proportional to the cab driver’s mood. She looked at a taxi as it slowed down next to her and yelled in…

The tale of the Mango Cheesecake @saltwatercafe

At Matterson & Bois the lights never went out. Because one girl believed in burning the midnight oil. Day. Night. Night. Day. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Weddings. Family dinners. Friends. No friends. Weekends. Weekdays. None of it mattered. The only thing that did—was her goal. The first Brand Partner under 30. That’s what she was going to…

The tale of the Freak Cake @dohallday

There was something about this place. The deep blue swings by the wall or the colourful green and white chairs with attached coat hangers. It had a fun vibe to it. And she often crept away from work to come here and reboot herself from the monotony. But today she was here for an entirely…