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…
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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…
The tale of the forest mushroom pizza at The Lantern Bar @fullertonbayhotel
She looked at herself in the rest room mirror, feeling a sense of disappointment spread through her veins. Right next to her, a voluptuous girl stood, washing her hands. She stared point blank in her direction. Unabashed. Unflinching. She stared at her curves wide-eyed as a prayer reverberated through her mind. “Oh god, why can’t…
The tale of the Avocado toast @plenty Mumbai
This was the first evening that they were going to spend away from each other. At first, when she suggested this, a slight anxiety burned through his veins. But then, he eased into it, thinking that he had to let her be with her friends, once in a while. This girl was something else. She…
The tale of the golden snitch @henpeckedmumbai
She sat at the table with a swollen lip. She had bitten it too hard this time in an attempt to display her anger. Her mother, sat across her, with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. She looked down at the not-so-interesting table mat feigning great interest—in order to avoid her mother’s penetrating gaze. But…
The tale of the Crab Lollipops @Somethingdifferent beach cafe
Tale teller: Nikhil Katara In the many years that had gone by the sea, he’d not known what happens to his catch after he had sold it. He’d caught a lot of fish and crabs and lobsters, for he came from a family of fishermen. They knew the sea and played in it like it…
