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 fish balls @wahkee snacks

Put your hands together, For the mockery of democracy. You are in the midst of a show of a lifetime. So brace yourself for the drama. Hold onto your pot bellies, And laugh your heart out. And with that heart of yours, Laugh out your good morales. Just so that you leave no room for…

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…

The tale of the chinese order from Take Away Express

She sat listlessly. There was a storm of thoughts clouding her mind. As the page loaded on her MacBook, the storm in her head darkened. It was a thick smog of her parent’s expectations from her, competition from her besties and the answers to all the questions that were already coming pouring her way. Today,…

The tale of the chicken sandwich at Hyatt Regency Ahmedabad

“Why does your mind wander to places you’ve never been before?” Quipped the scientist. There was pin drop silence. A crow cawed somewhere in the distance to break it. And then a hand shot up, “Professor, how does this relate to the subject?” He looked at the student, half a smile spreading across his face….

The tale of the chicken dim sums

It was the year 2005. He was on his own. Gallivanting through the streets of Thailand. A bird flew past and he ducked. The world had truly changed. Even the birds had become a little too adventurous… Ambitious? Atrocious! Whatever it was that these new kids were feeding on, he wanted some of it. He…

The tale of the classic hummus @Bayroute

Write with a broken heart, it writes better than a pen. The ink oozes through the gashes, bleeding feelings onto the paper. And the story… well it only gets better. It’s the kind of catharsis you’re looking for, making you feel alive. Your heart loves to tell stories, it’s well known to be naive. Write…

The tale of the Green Tea Martini @Theory

There was always a theory for everything. And the one she was looking for — was currently muddling her head up successfully. It was the case of The Missing Solitaire, the one that was splashed across the headlines of every newspaper. Taking a swig off her fragrant Green Tea Martini, she waited for her date…

The tale of the fettuccini in pesto sauce at The Korner House

As she read the glaring headline in the newspaper, her heart skipped a beat. A mutilated face of an 8-year-old child stared back at her. Soaking in the injustice that happened to her, she played with the twisted strands of pasta dipped in a gorgeous pesto sauce. She took a bite of it, savoured its…