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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The tale of the pretzel at Prater Biergarten
“Shhhhh. Can you hear those whispers?” She sat there, a timid, short Indian girl, looking intently at the man with eyes of the bluest oceans. He asked again, this time his voice was deadlier than before, “Can you?” She nodded her head, afraid of upsetting him. Looking at her posture, he softened a little. “Here,…
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 eggs florentine @lafolielab
Her ears cocked up every time her aunt spoke about Karachi, its people and its customs. Comically, every time she did that, she said to her, “Aunty, are you talking about bombay?” The resemblance between the two cities was uncanny. It was almost like her city had a long lost twin. And she was discovering…
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 Thukpa @gymkhana91
The days were empty. And she had the wall clock for company. It ticked mercilessly as she watched her time fade into oblivion. She picked up her phone and looked at her daughter’s picture. Beautiful, she thought. But she dropped an emoji in lieu of a call, just because she knew how busy she was…
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 Vallonne dessert wine @vallonne_vineyards
The wind blew right in her eyes, fierce and furious. This was where the pandora’s box was once opened. Folk tales and versions of the legend were abundant among the villagers. Finding the box was impossible. And opening it would suck back all the negativity, oppression and pain from the world. Astrologers, Historians, Archeologists had…
The tale of the hummus @grandmamascafe
It’s show time. She’s got a weird ache in her thigh. She walks up to the restaurant. It never goes wrong. On reaching the entrance, she stands there. And waits. Tick. Tock. Here comes the rock. BAM! It hits her right in the forehead this time. She falls. SCREEEECH! A car stops. Panic takes over….
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