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…
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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…
The tale of the spiced toddy @grandmamascafe
She woke up every morning and picked up the bundle of newspapers importantly. While the others started their day by directing their intense, business-like gaze on the front page, she started backwards—with the horoscopes. And every day, she felt the same thrill in discovering how her day would turn out to be. That piece of…
The tale of the Watermelon and Feta Salad at Pali Village Café
She was the luckiest girl in lucky town. Her definition of happiness was a fruit on a plate with a sprinkle of cheese. Her favourite song hummed in her head as she flowed with the breeze. Wherever she went, the crowd followed. A million prying eyes shadowed her every step of the way, a zillion…
The tale of the homemade wheat pasta
Today was a special day. The house was abuzz with shuffling feet and high pitched summons. The air was energised with a current of excitement. And every one of his children and grandchildren had descended into his sprawling mansion. Because it was Dadaji day. It was her grandfather’s 110th birthday. And the old man was…
The tale of the shortbread fingers
“Buddy, you’re better than this. And you know it. When life has thrown you punches, you’ve turned into a punching bag. You’ve seen the Balboa boy’s speech a million times. And played his role in your mind. It’s time to play the role for real. Your prize is waiting for you.” He looked at his…
The tale of the Kuber Kulchas @gymkhana91
Suspicious looks crept up on him from every side. These were tough times to be a Bihari in Maharashtra. He smiled meaningfully to keep his fears at bay. But got zero returns on investment. Fair enough. He would consider this as a pakka loan. He beamed from ear to ear as he greeted his fellow…
The tale of the Pimento Pizza @quattroristorante
We’re constantly rooting for the good in the world. We’re admonishing the evil. We’re searching for a god-fearing heart. We’re running away from its dark interiors. We’re holding onto to hope. We don’t know how long we can cope. But our heart is in the right place, betting on the saint, while the sinner grows…
The tale of the pimms cocktail @tajlandsend
She was gifted. And he knew that. But he was a man. He would make her work hard to link her arm into his. Of course, otherwise what would she think? That she’s too good for him? Oh no! Even the idea was preposterous. So every day he diminished her gift, little by little. He…
The tale of the streetside samosa sandwich
The day he was born, her world shrunk. It resided inside his little body. Nothing else mattered. As long as she had him and he had her. Oh, what joy. And seven years down the line, nothing changed. They walked together hand in hand, having a heart to heart every evening. She introduced him to…
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