Tale of the beer batter prawns

Tale teller : Simran Ramsay On a sunny valentine’s day afternoon, after a tiresome day of bending backwards for her obnoxious boss, Radha left work to get lunch with her boyfriend. To most this sounds like a relief after a stressful day of work, spending time with a loved one. But Radha preferred the torment…

The tale of the chocolate chip cookies

Tale teller: Simran Ramsay “Can you check how long google maps says it’ll take to reach?”I didn’t reply, but fished out my phone from my overflowing purse and typed in the address to our best friend’s wedding venue.“5 hours”She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and hit the accelerator. We were on our way. 4 hours…

The tale of chamomile tea

Tale teller: Simran Ramsay The sea was kindling its own symphony as the clouds floated across the sky to its beautiful ebb and flow. Watching this, pensively sat Tiara. She sipped her warm tea slowly. The tea bag dwindled as the cold wind blew. Tiara held on to her cup for warmth, her glassy eyes…

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 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 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 Green Tea Martini @Theory

There was always a theory for everything. And the one she was looking for — was currently muddling her head up successfully. It was the case of The Missing Solitaire, the one that was splashed across the headlines of every newspaper. Taking a swig off her fragrant Green Tea Martini, she waited for her date…

The tale of the fettuccini in pesto sauce at The Korner House

As she read the glaring headline in the newspaper, her heart skipped a beat. A mutilated face of an 8-year-old child stared back at her. Soaking in the injustice that happened to her, she played with the twisted strands of pasta dipped in a gorgeous pesto sauce. She took a bite of it, savoured its…

The tale of the onion rings @woodsideinn

There she sat. Dressed in white, ripped jeans. And a wonky smile. There was nothing pretty about that smile. But it drew him in completely. He stared at her shamelessly as she bit into a crisp onion ring. She seasoned her perfectly shaped lips as she took a bite. The lovely sound of her crunching…