The days were empty. And she had the wall clock for company. It ticked mercilessly as she watched her time fade into oblivion. She picked up her phone and looked at her daughter’s picture. Beautiful, she thought. But she dropped an emoji in lieu of a call, just because she knew how busy she was…
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The tale of the Vallonne dessert wine @vallonne_vineyards
The wind blew right in her eyes, fierce and furious. This was where the pandora’s box was once opened. Folk tales and versions of the legend were abundant among the villagers. Finding the box was impossible. And opening it would suck back all the negativity, oppression and pain from the world. Astrologers, Historians, Archeologists had…
The tale of the hummus @grandmamascafe
It’s show time. She’s got a weird ache in her thigh. She walks up to the restaurant. It never goes wrong. On reaching the entrance, she stands there. And waits. Tick. Tock. Here comes the rock. BAM! It hits her right in the forehead this time. She falls. SCREEEECH! A car stops. Panic takes over….
The tale of the millionaire chocolate brownie @theobromapatisserie
The refrigerator door groaned as she opened and shut it at intervals of 1.5 minutes. A silky chocolate brownie stared at her every time she opened it. And she stared right at it, thinking of the ways she was going to devour it. But then she remembered her mother say a Hindi proverb—sabr ka fal…
The tale of the Combodian Basa with Smoked Pimento Puree @smokehousedeli
24 hours. That’s the amount of time she had him to herself. For anybody else, that would’ve meant nothing. But crawl into her head, and you’ll know how much it meant to her. She spent the day looking into those hazel brown eyes, seeing the funny curvature of his nose, admiring the soft brown curls…
The tale of the misal pao at aaram
She was a simple girl with a regular teaching job. Nothing fancy. Oh no. She reminded herself every day about the disadvantages of dreaming big. “A dream is nothing but a mirage,” she professed; dictating these thoughts to her near, dear and one too many peers. Her day would begin at the same place and…
The tale of the tomato soup at The Spare Kitchen
He watched from the glass building looking down on the street. An inviting tomato soup with a generous piece of bread soaking in the tangy flavour sat on the table in front of him. Blue was the colour of the day. They went out in hordes, sporting it with identical blue hats. Banners in hand….
The tale of the rose wine and three-cheese pizza @thevenetianmacao
She had a recurring dream, one that kept her awake most nights. It made her heart race and her palms sweat. And that night, it happened again. She wiped the dewy beads from her forehead as she sat up thinking about it. The never-ending mall spread across acres of land. The biblical hand-painted high ceilings…
The tale of the bread basket @eddiesbistro
She spread the spiced butter generously on the family of breads. Picking up another piece, she coated it unevenly with the soft lard and fed it to her five-year-old son. The butter-soaked-bread melted in his mouth and smeared on his lips as he relished it. As for her, she breathed a sigh of relief. He…
The tale of the Nutella Sea Salt cookies @sweetishhousemafia
“Look at her phone.” One of them whispered. Her sharp ears caught the words spoken behind the protection of a palm, said right into the ear that was meant to hear it. She looked at them as they giggled uncontrollably. And then one of them said directly to her, “hey that’s a good phone. My…
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