She was a dreamer. Every time her friends spoke, her mind transported itself into another world. A world full of unicorns and miracles. She was a desi girl with a filmy funda. And as she drove into the driveway, her heart skipped a beat and her mind jolted itself to reality. One look at the…
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The tale of the fatty lotus roots @thefattybaomum
If there was something he hated, it was talking to his father. He travelled for education, work and sometimes even when he was homesick. Just to stay away from his booming voice. After all, life was so much better without his forced inputs. But today as he sat in the restaurant, he ordered his dad’s…
Tale of the organic flour waffles @thepantrymumbai
Who will you be five years from now? This question has been posed to most of us at least once in life. But when Mr. Mehra was asked this question, he replied instantly sans any expressions: “I will be an actor.” The responses to this answer ranged from “Stop joking” to “Have you lost your…
Tale 1 of #FooTraFa with Tarksya at Regency Lagoon Resort
The King’s daughter looked into the mirror and then down at her hands. People travelled from far and wide only to catch a glimpse of them. After all, they were fabled to be the most beautiful hands in the entire Kingdom. And they would be given in marriage to the prince who would adorn them…
The tale of the rose petal and pistachio modak
They walked into the door and with them walked in the silence. It was as conspicuous as a fly in a cup of tea. It floated around them, forcing them to notice it—together with the people surrounding them. It was ugly and in the face. All she wanted was for it to end. All he…
The tale of the Pimento Pizza @quattroristorante
We’re constantly rooting for the good in the world. We’re admonishing the evil. We’re searching for a god-fearing heart. We’re running away from its dark interiors. We’re holding onto to hope. We don’t know how long we can cope. But our heart is in the right place, betting on the saint, while the sinner grows…
The tale of the streetside samosa sandwich
The day he was born, her world shrunk. It resided inside his little body. Nothing else mattered. As long as she had him and he had her. Oh, what joy. And seven years down the line, nothing changed. They walked together hand in hand, having a heart to heart every evening. She introduced him to…
The tale of the pretzel at Prater Biergarten
“Shhhhh. Can you hear those whispers?” She sat there, a timid, short Indian girl, looking intently at the man with eyes of the bluest oceans. He asked again, this time his voice was deadlier than before, “Can you?” She nodded her head, afraid of upsetting him. Looking at her posture, he softened a little. “Here,…
he tale of the seven layer cookie @thenutcrackermumbai
Her grandmother had a sweet tooth. She loved to hum a song, and sweeten her tastebuds. And it showed every time she spoke to someone. Love was the only feeling she generated. And let’s face it—the demand of love is higher than its supply. Her sugar-coated words struck a chord with everyone who heard her…
The tale of the eggs florentine @lafolielab
Her ears cocked up every time her aunt spoke about Karachi, its people and its customs. Comically, every time she did that, she said to her, “Aunty, are you talking about bombay?” The resemblance between the two cities was uncanny. It was almost like her city had a long lost twin. And she was discovering…
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