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…
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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…
The tale of the Holla Nutella and Red Riding Hood pancakes @99_pancakes
“With every passing day, my life got a little more bitter. I was born with an innocence that believed in the world. I put my faith into things and people. And watched them break and drift away—crushing my heart every time I watched them go. I was told that I am facing the hardships of…
The tale of the onion rings @woodsideinn
There she sat. Dressed in white, ripped jeans. And a wonky smile. There was nothing pretty about that smile. But it drew him in completely. He stared at her shamelessly as she bit into a crisp onion ring. She seasoned her perfectly shaped lips as she took a bite. The lovely sound of her crunching…
The tale of the temptingly untouched meal @Palm Meadows Club
Tale teller: Nikhil Katara In all those years that had gone by, and there were loads of them, she never complained. She never knew how to complain. He had told her what to do and she had done what was told. It was fairly simple. He had been fair, respectful and loving, all through till…
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