She lied. About the way she felt and the things she did. Assuming the role of a care-free songbird one day. And a glamorous diva the day after. She wore every role on her sleeve and wore it with pride. Even the days she was down and low, her words floated high above in a…
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The tale of the rose petal and pistachio modak
They walked into the door and with them walked in the silence. It was as conspicuous as a fly in a cup of tea. It floated around them, forcing them to notice it—together with the people surrounding them. It was ugly and in the face. All she wanted was for it to end. All he…
The tale of the Kuber Kulchas @gymkhana91
Suspicious looks crept up on him from every side. These were tough times to be a Bihari in Maharashtra. He smiled meaningfully to keep his fears at bay. But got zero returns on investment. Fair enough. He would consider this as a pakka loan. He beamed from ear to ear as he greeted his fellow…
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 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…
The tale of the carnival squash stuffed with jowar dahlia and red beans @thepantrymumbai
Between the erstwhile British architecture. Windswept with a forlorn feeling. Amidst the beauty of narrow lanes. Imitating a thing or two from the west. And calling out to her every time she craved for it. The Pantry in South Mumbai’s kalaghoda district was a place that had stolen her heart. This is where the mysterious…
The tale of the Stuffed Elaichi Mushrooms @thebarkingdeerbrewpub
She stood at the entrance, waiting for a response. Moving her head from side to side, she gave them her ravishing smile, the one they loved. A bubble burst and she felt her pride wheeze out. She heard someone exclaim impatiently, “You’re blocking the way.” She looked back and murmured a hurried apology, fixed her…
The tale of the Aloo Paratha in hotel Elysium, Bomdila, Arunachal Pradesh
“You girls are brave.” “Three girls, alone?”
“How did your parents allow you?”
“Carry pepper spray.”
“Don’t wander alone at night.”
“Make sure you check in every two hours with us.”
“Aren’t you scared?”
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