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…
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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 takeaway burrito bowl @nutcrackermumbai
He had done his bit. One last time, he did it again. As he filled the sack with the plump grains of rice, he looked at it like a mother’s gaze on her child. He had spent his life taking care of these little grains. But in return, all he got was insurmountable pain. He…
The tale of the glitter coffee @coffeebydibella
Something was up. And the matron knew it. She noticed every time the little girl’s feet slipped through the cracks and merged with the background. She was impossible to catch. And the matron’s old bones gave way every time she tried to follow her tracks. She was always too fast. And there was always something…
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…
The tale of the grilled tuna at Full Moon Cafe, Havelock Island
A pensive silence hung around, making the very air around him heavy with discomfort. He looked transfixed into his phone. A memory came flooding back to his mind. It was him at his mother’s funeral. He sat there, thinking about how painful it was. He gulped at his saliva and continued looking at his phone….
The tale of the protein power smoothie @jamjardiner
Every day, she walked down the same road. Caught the same bus. Sat in the same seat. Looked out of the same window. And sighed the same sigh. It was a soulful one. Because every single day, she saw it there. Jamjar Diner, read the board. She had never seen the inside of it. But…
The tale of the waffles @grandmamascafe
Tale teller: @the_ink_decoction If I were to define my life in a sentence, I wouldn’t be able to. Why? Let me tell you why… because I am a big, big woman, and a sentence will not be able to explain my big beautiful existence. I have always been called names. There was a time when I…
The tale of the banana loaf cake @ohdoughmumbai
The cool breeze ruffled his hair as he sat by the seaside. He looked at her picture staring back at him on his phone. Her golden hair. The sparkle in her eyes. The way she ran alongside him every morning… She was his one true love, always there when he needed her. Her warm cuddles…
The tale of the Norwegian Salmon Fillet by @bigsamsseafood
It was 7:30pm. She scrambled to lay down the dinner on the dining table: A beauteous pan seared Norwegian Salmon fillet topped with spices on a bed of greens and a rainbow of salad together with some thick mayonnaise. Just how he liked it. Once this was done, she breathed a sigh of relief and…
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