The ice cream shop was bustling. Jake waited impatiently in line, tapping his foot. He only had a 30 minute lunch break and time was ticking. An older man in front of him ordered two scoops of chocolate ice cream in a waffle cone. “Extra hot fudge,” he requested. The server complied and handed the…
Tag: short stories
The tale of the icicle
Take teller: Simran Ramsay The excruciating humid temperatures were testing her patience. A lengthy list of taxing errands was folded in her clammy palms with more than half still mockingly unchecked. beads of sweat had started to accumulate at the back of her neck and on her upper lip, increasing her discomfort twofold. …
Tale of the Nachos
She pulled over a black tube top and struggled into her worn out, battered pair of blue jeans. It brought her luck, or so she believed. Alia was in a race against time, flittering across the room, grabbing the necessities she was forgetting repetitively. It was the jitters.Walking into the cafe with hesitant strides, each…
Tale of the beer batter prawns
Tale teller : Simran Ramsay On a sunny valentine’s day afternoon, after a tiresome day of bending backwards for her obnoxious boss, Radha left work to get lunch with her boyfriend. To most this sounds like a relief after a stressful day of work, spending time with a loved one. But Radha preferred the torment…
Tale of Pani Puri
Tale teller – Simran Ramsay Rashi was in the midst of a gut wrenching break up. After 2 years of being in love with Aryan how did her friends expect her to let go of the relationship she had poured her heart into. She’d spend nights crying, her sleep was fragmented and unrefreshing, her eyes…
The tale of the chocolate chip cookies
Tale teller: Simran Ramsay “Can you check how long google maps says it’ll take to reach?”I didn’t reply, but fished out my phone from my overflowing purse and typed in the address to our best friend’s wedding venue.“5 hours”She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and hit the accelerator. We were on our way. 4 hours…
The tale of the ice cream
The hours ticked as he sat by the pavement, watching a flock of pigeons looking at him questioningly. Even the birds seemed so unwelcoming in this god forsaken city. He jumped up in a sudden fit of rage, storming into an ice cream parlour. Emack and Bolio’s read the signage. Some ice cream would help,…
The tale of chamomile tea
Tale teller: Simran Ramsay The sea was kindling its own symphony as the clouds floated across the sky to its beautiful ebb and flow. Watching this, pensively sat Tiara. She sipped her warm tea slowly. The tea bag dwindled as the cold wind blew. Tiara held on to her cup for warmth, her glassy eyes…
The tale of the hummus bowl
She sat by the pavement, tears forming rivulets as they made their way from her welling eyes. She clicked open her wallet, looking at two battered notes of 100 rupees each, damp to the touch. All was lost. Dusting herself as she got up, she wiped away the tears with a determined swipe. Her vision…
The tale of the spicy cocktail
She clutched her fists as she entered the room. A soothing background music was playing inside. She could hear her heart beat over the music, remixing it in her mind. She didn’t dare to look up. She was just too scared. Instead, she fixed her gaze at the grey square tiles on the floor, making…
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