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…
Tale 1 of #FooTraFa with Tarksya at Regency Lagoon Resort
The King’s daughter looked into the mirror and then down at her hands. People travelled from far and wide only to catch a glimpse of them. After all, they were fabled to be the most beautiful hands in the entire Kingdom. And they would be given in marriage to the prince who would adorn them…
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 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,…
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…
The tale of the takeaway @naturalicecream
Full stop. She hastily put the tiny, almost illegible dot on the paper, grinning from ear to ear and screaming in her head. Her eyes twinkled and teeth sparkled as she looked around animatedly. Her shiny pony swung happily from her strawberry shaped head, giving away her excitement in one glance. A little bit of…
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