“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…
Tag: foodstories
The tale of the forest mushroom pizza at The Lantern Bar @fullertonbayhotel
She looked at herself in the rest room mirror, feeling a sense of disappointment spread through her veins. Right next to her, a voluptuous girl stood, washing her hands. She stared point blank in her direction. Unabashed. Unflinching. She stared at her curves wide-eyed as a prayer reverberated through her mind. “Oh god, why can’t…
The tale of the Avocado toast @plenty Mumbai
This was the first evening that they were going to spend away from each other. At first, when she suggested this, a slight anxiety burned through his veins. But then, he eased into it, thinking that he had to let her be with her friends, once in a while. This girl was something else. She…
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 Crab Lollipops @Somethingdifferent beach cafe
Tale teller: Nikhil Katara In the many years that had gone by the sea, he’d not known what happens to his catch after he had sold it. He’d caught a lot of fish and crabs and lobsters, for he came from a family of fishermen. They knew the sea and played in it like it…
The tale of the Kashmiri Saffron Tea @tajmahalteahousemumbai
The day had come. He looked into the mirror, and rehearsed his line. At first he smiled wide. Inched closer towards the mirror. Checked-out his teeth. Smirked at how good he looked. And then, suddenly a sombre expression took over as he said, “Will you marry me?” In an attempt to pre-empt the reaction, he…
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 Mezze Platter @mockingbird_cafe_bar
Written by @the_ink_decoction Relationships always went a full circle. They began with an emotional wave which drenched you with what one could call madness. Then a realisation that you should get a grip, and love isn’t as mad. Then a little distance that brought about insecurities, then a few fights and finally a bitter or sweet…
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…
The tale of the ramen bowl @thefattybaomum
A soupy goodness brimming, simmering, gurgling with warmth sat on the stove. She stirred it lovingly, clockwise and then anti-clockwise. The aroma of the flavours and spices filled the air, encircling her happy bubble. Two little hands appeared out of nowhere and said, “Mummy, I’m hungry!” She kissed the hands and said, “Just a little…
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