The red light at the traffic signal blared. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down her back as a storm of confusion clouded her mind. She stood in the centre, waiting for her brain to give it’s own signal. And as the light changed from red to green, a deafening set of horns blew loud…
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The tale of the takeaway @naturalicecream
Full stop. She hastily put the tiny, almost illegible dot on the paper, grinning from ear to ear and screaming in her head. Her eyes twinkled and teeth sparkled as she looked around animatedly. Her shiny pony swung happily from her strawberry shaped head, giving away her excitement in one glance. A little bit of…
The tale of Thukpa @gymkhana91
The days were empty. And she had the wall clock for company. It ticked mercilessly as she watched her time fade into oblivion. She picked up her phone and looked at her daughter’s picture. Beautiful, she thought. But she dropped an emoji in lieu of a call, just because she knew how busy she was…
The tale of the ice creams @disneyland
She’s all I have. I’m all she has. We’re getting along life. We’re waltzing on jazz. . A plane flew Right above us and through The holidays beckoned As they took off with our dearest crew . We waited, smiled And watched them go Never to return Our smiles tripped like dominoes in a row…
The tale of the Vallonne dessert wine @vallonne_vineyards
The wind blew right in her eyes, fierce and furious. This was where the pandora’s box was once opened. Folk tales and versions of the legend were abundant among the villagers. Finding the box was impossible. And opening it would suck back all the negativity, oppression and pain from the world. Astrologers, Historians, Archeologists had…
The tale of the hummus @grandmamascafe
It’s show time. She’s got a weird ache in her thigh. She walks up to the restaurant. It never goes wrong. On reaching the entrance, she stands there. And waits. Tick. Tock. Here comes the rock. BAM! It hits her right in the forehead this time. She falls. SCREEEECH! A car stops. Panic takes over….
The tale of the millionaire chocolate brownie @theobromapatisserie
The refrigerator door groaned as she opened and shut it at intervals of 1.5 minutes. A silky chocolate brownie stared at her every time she opened it. And she stared right at it, thinking of the ways she was going to devour it. But then she remembered her mother say a Hindi proverb—sabr ka fal…
The tale of the Combodian Basa with Smoked Pimento Puree @smokehousedeli
24 hours. That’s the amount of time she had him to herself. For anybody else, that would’ve meant nothing. But crawl into her head, and you’ll know how much it meant to her. She spent the day looking into those hazel brown eyes, seeing the funny curvature of his nose, admiring the soft brown curls…
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 tomato soup at The Spare Kitchen
He watched from the glass building looking down on the street. An inviting tomato soup with a generous piece of bread soaking in the tangy flavour sat on the table in front of him. Blue was the colour of the day. They went out in hordes, sporting it with identical blue hats. Banners in hand….
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