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…
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The tale of the spiced toddy @grandmamascafe
She woke up every morning and picked up the bundle of newspapers importantly. While the others started their day by directing their intense, business-like gaze on the front page, she started backwards—with the horoscopes. And every day, she felt the same thrill in discovering how her day would turn out to be. That piece of…
The tale of the Watermelon and Feta Salad at Pali Village Café
She was the luckiest girl in lucky town. Her definition of happiness was a fruit on a plate with a sprinkle of cheese. Her favourite song hummed in her head as she flowed with the breeze. Wherever she went, the crowd followed. A million prying eyes shadowed her every step of the way, a zillion…
The tale of the shortbread fingers
“Buddy, you’re better than this. And you know it. When life has thrown you punches, you’ve turned into a punching bag. You’ve seen the Balboa boy’s speech a million times. And played his role in your mind. It’s time to play the role for real. Your prize is waiting for you.” He looked at his…
The tale of the Pimento Pizza @quattroristorante
We’re constantly rooting for the good in the world. We’re admonishing the evil. We’re searching for a god-fearing heart. We’re running away from its dark interiors. We’re holding onto to hope. We don’t know how long we can cope. But our heart is in the right place, betting on the saint, while the sinner grows…
The tale of the pimms cocktail @tajlandsend
She was gifted. And he knew that. But he was a man. He would make her work hard to link her arm into his. Of course, otherwise what would she think? That she’s too good for him? Oh no! Even the idea was preposterous. So every day he diminished her gift, little by little. He…
The tale of the streetside samosa sandwich
The day he was born, her world shrunk. It resided inside his little body. Nothing else mattered. As long as she had him and he had her. Oh, what joy. And seven years down the line, nothing changed. They walked together hand in hand, having a heart to heart every evening. She introduced him to…
The tale of the pretzel at Prater Biergarten
“Shhhhh. Can you hear those whispers?” She sat there, a timid, short Indian girl, looking intently at the man with eyes of the bluest oceans. He asked again, this time his voice was deadlier than before, “Can you?” She nodded her head, afraid of upsetting him. Looking at her posture, he softened a little. “Here,…
he tale of the seven layer cookie @thenutcrackermumbai
Her grandmother had a sweet tooth. She loved to hum a song, and sweeten her tastebuds. And it showed every time she spoke to someone. Love was the only feeling she generated. And let’s face it—the demand of love is higher than its supply. Her sugar-coated words struck a chord with everyone who heard her…
The tale of the eggs florentine @lafolielab
Her ears cocked up every time her aunt spoke about Karachi, its people and its customs. Comically, every time she did that, she said to her, “Aunty, are you talking about bombay?” The resemblance between the two cities was uncanny. It was almost like her city had a long lost twin. And she was discovering…
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