He was a pharmacist. He had spent days, nights and midnights scouring through hordes of voluminous books—the ones that could scare you with their mere size. But through all of this, he was patient. He was a dutiful son, walking on the path that his father had carefully paved. The 24-hour pharmacy down the gully…
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The tale of the Dahi Kachori @Taftoon
An initiative by Readings in the Shed. Tale teller: Nikhil Katara “I don’t believe it.” he said as he sat in the slightly lit, slightly dark part of Taftoon Bar and kitchen, munching on a rather delicious dahi kachori. “Why wouldn’t you?” she asked. He breathed in heavily. “So you are telling me, you saw…
The tale of the turnip cake @Keiba
“Hold the door for her. When she can’t help smiling to herself as you display your chivalry, look into her eyes and show her that you care. The times have changed, my boy, but a woman will always care for these little things. Wear a nice crisp shirt. And don’t forget to spray some perfume…
The tale of the Baklava @SinfulDough bandra
She was in her balcony, counting the stars in the velvety sky. It was mesmerising. She sighed, feeling like an inconsequential dot in the world. In fact, she was smaller than that. Was there such a thing? She didn’t know for sure, may be she would find out on being promoted to the 4th grade….
The tale of the Avocado on Toast @The Clearing House
He was a douchebag. Imagine a not-so-good-looking Johnny Bravo kind of guy with a stink-in-the-nose kind of expression at all times. It was a lethal combination. He drove people nuts with his selfies. They were everywhere. On Facebook, every day he stole a quote from Winston Churchill and other badasses and wrote them like he…
The tale of the Signature Sundae @6th Street Yogurt
There we stood between the narrow alleys of a dingy city. Bombay. Mumbai. Maximum City. The place had many names. But every tongue that uttered it had a dream. My dream, was to make a home here. I was a writer, a struggling one. I landed a job in an advertising agency that paid me…
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 Tempura Prawn Roll @Flea Bazaar Café
Merci Macklemore stepped out into the world 24 years after they finished experimenting on his brain. He was a grown-up kid with the looks of a Greek God. The girls swooned over him as he passed by in his ill fitting jeans, a ragged tee. He smiled back, used to all the attention. After all,…
The tale of the signature bun @Papparoti Mumbai
He looked up at his mother with defiance. A streak of anger clouded his brow. “But you promised,” he said. “Are you going to break it? Is this what you’re going to do to me?” She held his little fingers while holding back a smile, “Chocolate is not the answer to everything.” His feet stamped…
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…
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