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…
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The tale of the homemade wheat pasta
Today was a special day. The house was abuzz with shuffling feet and high pitched summons. The air was energised with a current of excitement. And every one of his children and grandchildren had descended into his sprawling mansion. Because it was Dadaji day. It was her grandfather’s 110th birthday. And the old man was…
The tale of the Kuber Kulchas @gymkhana91
Suspicious looks crept up on him from every side. These were tough times to be a Bihari in Maharashtra. He smiled meaningfully to keep his fears at bay. But got zero returns on investment. Fair enough. He would consider this as a pakka loan. He beamed from ear to ear as he greeted his fellow…
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…
The tale of the Toffifee
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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