Take teller: Simran Ramsay The excruciating humid temperatures were testing her patience. A lengthy list of taxing errands was folded in her clammy palms with more than half still mockingly unchecked. beads of sweat had started to accumulate at the back of her neck and on her upper lip, increasing her discomfort twofold. …
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The tale of the hummus bowl
She sat by the pavement, tears forming rivulets as they made their way from her welling eyes. She clicked open her wallet, looking at two battered notes of 100 rupees each, damp to the touch. All was lost. Dusting herself as she got up, she wiped away the tears with a determined swipe. Her vision…
The tale of the Aperol Spritz @aqua
He tapped his feet with an urgency. There was a current of emotion running through his body, flowing out from his toes. He gritted his teeth as he waited for the verdict. A silence penetrated the air making it stiller than usual. Tick. Tock. The second hand relentlessly rung in his ear, louder than ever…
The tale of the wok @nomads
She sat by her office window, aimlessly looking out, trying to find answers. Little did she know that the answers lay within. And then, something struck her like a bolt of lightning. She quickly looked up a list of old-age homes and planned visits to all of them. She was determined to make it happen….
The tale of the Kobe Sizzlers
I was born in a family that believed in dreaming big. Dad would say, “The world is your canvas.” Mom would concur with, “The world is too small. Think bigger.” We would sit by the dining table, learn a lesson on table manners, relish our meals. And then… think up a story, add some theatrics…
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 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…
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