The refrigerator door groaned as she opened and shut it at intervals of 1.5 minutes. A silky chocolate brownie stared at her every time she opened it. And she stared right at it, thinking of the ways she was going to devour it. But then she remembered her mother say a Hindi proverb—sabr ka fal…
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The tale of the Combodian Basa with Smoked Pimento Puree @smokehousedeli
24 hours. That’s the amount of time she had him to herself. For anybody else, that would’ve meant nothing. But crawl into her head, and you’ll know how much it meant to her. She spent the day looking into those hazel brown eyes, seeing the funny curvature of his nose, admiring the soft brown curls…
The tale of the misal pao at aaram
She was a simple girl with a regular teaching job. Nothing fancy. Oh no. She reminded herself every day about the disadvantages of dreaming big. “A dream is nothing but a mirage,” she professed; dictating these thoughts to her near, dear and one too many peers. Her day would begin at the same place and…
The tale of the tomato soup at The Spare Kitchen
He watched from the glass building looking down on the street. An inviting tomato soup with a generous piece of bread soaking in the tangy flavour sat on the table in front of him. Blue was the colour of the day. They went out in hordes, sporting it with identical blue hats. Banners in hand….
The tale of the rose wine and three-cheese pizza @thevenetianmacao
She had a recurring dream, one that kept her awake most nights. It made her heart race and her palms sweat. And that night, it happened again. She wiped the dewy beads from her forehead as she sat up thinking about it. The never-ending mall spread across acres of land. The biblical hand-painted high ceilings…
The tale of the bread basket @eddiesbistro
She spread the spiced butter generously on the family of breads. Picking up another piece, she coated it unevenly with the soft lard and fed it to her five-year-old son. The butter-soaked-bread melted in his mouth and smeared on his lips as he relished it. As for her, she breathed a sigh of relief. He…
The tale of the Nutella Sea Salt cookies @sweetishhousemafia
“Look at her phone.” One of them whispered. Her sharp ears caught the words spoken behind the protection of a palm, said right into the ear that was meant to hear it. She looked at them as they giggled uncontrollably. And then one of them said directly to her, “hey that’s a good phone. My…
The tale of the takeaway Dutch Truffle @stregismumbai
30 minutes down. She was still waiting. Holding the cake as if her life depended on it, she waved a hand in the hope of hailing a taxi. In Bombay, your punctuality was directly proportional to the cab driver’s mood. She looked at a taxi as it slowed down next to her and yelled in…
The tale of the mojito @summerhousecafemumbai
It was a bright, sunny day with a chance of rain. She looked at her phone, smiling hopelessly. There was a congregation of butterflies in her stomach as she sat there, dangling her feet in excitement on the high chairs. Her heart thumped as if it was going to spring out any moment. Two mojitos…
The tale of the Paneer Hazari Tikka @hideoutphoenix
“Mamma, why can’t you come? All my friends’ mothers will be there. Please!” Her insides ached as she thought about going for this dinner without her. The thought of being alone was killing, but if she forced her mother to come, she knew it would hurt more. They fought to make ends meet every single…
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