Between the erstwhile British architecture. Windswept with a forlorn feeling. Amidst the beauty of narrow lanes. Imitating a thing or two from the west. And calling out to her every time she craved for it. The Pantry in South Mumbai’s kalaghoda district was a place that had stolen her heart. This is where the mysterious…
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The tale of the Stuffed Elaichi Mushrooms @thebarkingdeerbrewpub
She stood at the entrance, waiting for a response. Moving her head from side to side, she gave them her ravishing smile, the one they loved. A bubble burst and she felt her pride wheeze out. She heard someone exclaim impatiently, “You’re blocking the way.” She looked back and murmured a hurried apology, fixed her…
The tale of the Istanbulish Hummus Bowl @moshesindia
Table for two, please. She walked in with a book in hand and a frown on her face. Her childhood friend followed her in, also engrossed between the pages of The Renaissance Rendezvous. The café was mostly empty, with just a couple of tables occupied. But the view was spectacular—A sea of freshly printed books…
The tale of the spicy cottage cheese with crackling spinach @lemonleafmumbai
They made their way to the top floor. The place had a certain warmth to it. They sat there, not knowing what to say. Her eyes were as blue as the walls behind her. He looked into them and said, “We’re here, finally.” She looked back lovingly and said, “It’s taken 4 kids and a…
The tale of the Fettuccini Al Funghi @shakespeareandco
She was a poet. She thought in verses and spoke in rhymes. She lived to laugh and often laughed at life. And when they came to her to clear their heads and speak about their lives, she sat, smiled and heard. Because people had forgotten the art of hearing, smelling, tasting… feeling. So she decided…
The tale of the Freak Cake @dohallday
There was something about this place. The deep blue swings by the wall or the colourful green and white chairs with attached coat hangers. It had a fun vibe to it. And she often crept away from work to come here and reboot herself from the monotony. But today she was here for an entirely…
The tale of the Aloo Paratha in hotel Elysium, Bomdila, Arunachal Pradesh
“You girls are brave.” “Three girls, alone?”
“How did your parents allow you?”
“Carry pepper spray.”
“Don’t wander alone at night.”
“Make sure you check in every two hours with us.”
“Aren’t you scared?”
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