She looked at her partner’s tiffin box. There was a piece of juicy chicken swimming in a thick sauce. He saw her stare at his lunch box and as a reflex action, she looked away, embarrassed for staring at his food. “Is this your first day?” He asked. Shyly, she looked at him for the…
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The tale of the Kashmiri Saffron Tea @tajmahalteahousemumbai
The day had come. He looked into the mirror, and rehearsed his line. At first he smiled wide. Inched closer towards the mirror. Checked-out his teeth. Smirked at how good he looked. And then, suddenly a sombre expression took over as he said, “Will you marry me?” In an attempt to pre-empt the reaction, he…
The tale of the blueberry cheesecake @indigodelicatessen
Her eyes were jammed on the clock. They followed the second hand as it tick-tocked its way to another hour, unaware of her gaze. She blinked lesser every minute: major credit for which went to her phone—because it didn’t blink at all. And that was the problem. In between longing for messages and hurting to…
The tale of the Mezze Platter @mockingbird_cafe_bar
Written by @the_ink_decoction Relationships always went a full circle. They began with an emotional wave which drenched you with what one could call madness. Then a realisation that you should get a grip, and love isn’t as mad. Then a little distance that brought about insecurities, then a few fights and finally a bitter or sweet…
The tale of the @lindt_chocolate
He tore away from his family with just one wish reverberating through his mind. Let their stomachs be full and their hearts be strong. And after spending 48 hours in the trains, he set a foot in the city of Bombay. There were drinking water fountains, a sea of people and of course, a neck-craning…
The tale of the ramen bowl @thefattybaomum
A soupy goodness brimming, simmering, gurgling with warmth sat on the stove. She stirred it lovingly, clockwise and then anti-clockwise. The aroma of the flavours and spices filled the air, encircling her happy bubble. Two little hands appeared out of nowhere and said, “Mummy, I’m hungry!” She kissed the hands and said, “Just a little…
Tale 3 of #FooTraFa @regencylagoonresort with @jugniandco_ @wafflegully @missdolittle_kj
The fresh blue water hypnotised her as she sat by the poolside. Her hands played with the gentle water, creating ripples of memories. It was her best friend’s wedding. And she was the maid of honour. They had spent days and nights imagining this moment. There would be a royal driveway. Lush green pathways. A…
Tale 2 of #FooTraFa with @jugniandco_ @wafflegully @missdolittle_kj at the gorgeous @regencylagoonresort
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…
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…
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