The tale of the Brown Sugar Deerioca Milk

He worked night shifts. And as soon as he got off work, he got himself a glass full of brown sugar deerioca milk, every morning without fail. Usually, there would be a serpentine queue that would test his patience on most days. But these days, things were different. There were fewer people in line waiting…

The tale of the Bombay Wada pao

Toss, and turn. There is a virus lurking around you. Can you see it? No, you can’t of course. But you can feel it. It’s in your mind, eating into your grey cells. You block your mind to this panic. But as you glide into your sleep, you see it there, in your dreams, waiting…

The tale of the colourful Xiao Long Baos

“Take your time and think about all the things you want to be when you grow up. I will ask you again in three weeks. So you have enough time to think over it.” She looked down at her feet. Somehow, this helped her think faster. She was just in the 10th grade and was…

The tale of the coffee with drinking chocolate

It was the first week back at the hostel. She looked down at her calendar and then at her messy apartment. There was so much to do, but such little time. The anxiety was getting to her. She plugged in her earphones and tapped the play button. “The world is not an ideal place. It…

The tale of the soupy noodles

They had it all. Every thing they ever wanted. She loved him. He loved her. But there’s always a but that spoils it all. They looked through the window and the city still looked resplendent. The neon lights flickered in the night sky, and neither of them said a word. They had stopped communicating a…

The tale of the grilled sandwich

She came from a conservative Muslim family, did the namaaz twice a day and was never seen without a hijab. She wore it with a little bit of apprehension. Every time she stepped out, she would see little kids pointing in her direction and laughing. This was not the India she had grown up in….

The tale of the strawberries and cream

“This year has been the toughest by far. I found myself struggling to live a dream. A dream that was shattered by reality. I stood on tenterhooks, waiting for the tide to turn. But it didn’t. It got worse. And I lost a lot of hope in the process. That was my mistake. Hope is…

The tale of the spicy salmon roll @jia

The day you feel absolutely alone, you’ll know, you’ve only just started living. Up until this moment, you were probably living in a fairytale – a make belief world where you are surrounded by the people who love you. And before you know it, you’re fending for yourself. You have someone criticising every action of…

The tale of the Portuguese Chicken Skewers @DirtyBuns

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…

The tale of the La Santa Maria @Elia

As a kid, he often came across an idiom that always put him in deep thought. “Variety is the spice of life.” It was such an absurd phrase. He loved to visit the same old places, eat the tried and tested recipes, sit by the same spot on the dining table and so on… He prided…