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 chinese order from Take Away Express

She sat listlessly. There was a storm of thoughts clouding her mind. As the page loaded on her MacBook, the storm in her head darkened. It was a thick smog of her parent’s expectations from her, competition from her besties and the answers to all the questions that were already coming pouring her way. Today,…

The tale of the blue rice sushi @FooMumbai

She watched the television set as if her life depended on it—unblinking, hypnotised with the digital image and its myriad colours. It was the Miss Universe Contest 2019. There were so many contestants out there, from different parts of the world who had a darker skin tone than hers, but they looked so confident in…

The tale of the Truffle Oil Mushroom Toast @thescribblestories

It was 14 days to the wedding. The anxiety levels were on the rise. Her daughter’s outfits weren’t done, YET! A palpable atmosphere and a to-do list were her constant companions. And the D-day approached like a lion closed in on its prey. She looked at her clock, and thought, this time, 14 days from…

The tale of the Barley and Jowar salad @TheBombayCanteen

Imprisoned. A life sentence oscillated in front of his eyes like a clock pendulum. But this verdict was passed a good 14 years ago. As he changed into civil clothes to venture out into the world once again, he realised that freedom was overrated. So what if you got to walk the streets of the…

The tale of the signature bun @Papparoti Mumbai

He looked up at his mother with defiance. A streak of anger clouded his brow. “But you promised,” he said. “Are you going to break it? Is this what you’re going to do to me?” She held his little fingers while holding back a smile, “Chocolate is not the answer to everything.” His feet stamped…

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 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…