Take teller: Simran Ramsay The excruciating humid temperatures were testing her patience. A lengthy list of taxing errands was folded in her clammy palms with more than half still mockingly unchecked. beads of sweat had started to accumulate at the back of her neck and on her upper lip, increasing her discomfort twofold. …
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Tale of the Nachos
She pulled over a black tube top and struggled into her worn out, battered pair of blue jeans. It brought her luck, or so she believed. Alia was in a race against time, flittering across the room, grabbing the necessities she was forgetting repetitively. It was the jitters.Walking into the cafe with hesitant strides, each…
Tale of Pani Puri
Tale teller – Simran Ramsay Rashi was in the midst of a gut wrenching break up. After 2 years of being in love with Aryan how did her friends expect her to let go of the relationship she had poured her heart into. She’d spend nights crying, her sleep was fragmented and unrefreshing, her eyes…
The tale of the chocolate chip cookies
Tale teller: Simran Ramsay “Can you check how long google maps says it’ll take to reach?”I didn’t reply, but fished out my phone from my overflowing purse and typed in the address to our best friend’s wedding venue.“5 hours”She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and hit the accelerator. We were on our way. 4 hours…
The tale of the Green Tea Martini @Theory
There was always a theory for everything. And the one she was looking for — was currently muddling her head up successfully. It was the case of The Missing Solitaire, the one that was splashed across the headlines of every newspaper. Taking a swig off her fragrant Green Tea Martini, she waited for her date…
The tale of the fettuccini in pesto sauce at The Korner House
As she read the glaring headline in the newspaper, her heart skipped a beat. A mutilated face of an 8-year-old child stared back at her. Soaking in the injustice that happened to her, she played with the twisted strands of pasta dipped in a gorgeous pesto sauce. She took a bite of it, savoured its…
The tale of the Holla Nutella and Red Riding Hood pancakes @99_pancakes
“With every passing day, my life got a little more bitter. I was born with an innocence that believed in the world. I put my faith into things and people. And watched them break and drift away—crushing my heart every time I watched them go. I was told that I am facing the hardships of…
The tale of the temptingly untouched meal @Palm Meadows Club
Tale teller: Nikhil Katara In all those years that had gone by, and there were loads of them, she never complained. She never knew how to complain. He had told her what to do and she had done what was told. It was fairly simple. He had been fair, respectful and loving, all through till…
The tale of the Vienna Lager and Paprika Lamb Burger @GatewayTaproom
Every single day, he walked into the same taproom. Sat on the same table. And lost himself to his daydreams. He wiped the frothy beer off the corners of his mouth and smiled. The chilled golden elixir made it to a warm fuzzy place somewhere close to the bottom of his heart. “Vienna!” He said,…
The tale of the frozen yogurt @yole
“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…
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