The tale of the prawn curry at Anju Coco, Havelock Island

The day hangry little Berty Bubblehood bumped into the guy she loved, she knew this was not it. She looked at him and thought, “This is not the guy I dreamed about.” Fair enough. He wasn’t as tall. He didn’t have the perfect set of teeth. He didn’t have an enchanting smile. No. Nah. NEVER….

The tale of the Norwegian Smoked Salmon @bigsamsseafood

Being a lawyer was no joke. He spent hours trudging over small matters, making them big. He spent nights burning the midnight oil, one that burned well into the afternoons as well. And as he toiled through the fields of ambition, a little seed of doubt was planted in his wife’s mind. She raised an…

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…

The tale of the fatty lotus roots @thefattybaomum

If there was something he hated, it was talking to his father. He travelled for education, work and sometimes even when he was homesick. Just to stay away from his booming voice. After all, life was so much better without his forced inputs. But today as he sat in the restaurant, he ordered his dad’s…

Tale of the organic flour waffles @thepantrymumbai

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…