Sweet and Spicy Chicken at Koreana Chicken, Garden City Mall

Friends, have you ever had chicken SO SO Good – it made you wonder why anyone would make chicken any other way? Man – Koreana Sweet Spicy Chicken is THAT chicken! On the day we discovered Koreana Chicken, the plan was to grab a bucket of KFC chicken at Garden City and watch the sun go down. Before we could decide what else to order, I heard the wait staff at Koreana Chicken (right adjacent to KFC) describe their Sweet Spicy Chicken – which understandably was one of their best sellers. The chicken being described was the chicken of my … Continue reading Sweet and Spicy Chicken at Koreana Chicken, Garden City Mall

“Sleep? Not tonight ducky.”

Mandy shrieked her lungs out when she heard the incessant noises of her tormentors in her head. Her screams got louder each time and though she couldn’t even stand them herself, she knew they were better than those of her torturers. So she saved her eardrums the agony of the deafening noises with her forefingers and shrieked some more. The shrieks were earsplitting and her sore throat only made them hoarse and annoying but they felt like her only path to redemption so she persisted. Her slumber had only lasted an hour, according to her bedside clock and she feared … Continue reading “Sleep? Not tonight ducky.”

“The package”

(This piece was written months ago and the idea was to be an epilogue of On The Run or The Beauty of That Moment.) Cassie’s everyday routine of locking up every morning was distracted by the beautifully wrapped package that was in a basket on her doorstep. It was a small package about the size of an A4 book that was wrapped in her favourite brand of wrapping paper. Picking it up, she grinned as she racked her brains in an attempt to guess who had been so thoughtful. She rarely received parcels at home since very few people knew … Continue reading “The package”

“…That I may grow old by your side”

Pete was a chain-smoker. It was not something he was proud of and he had tried to quit the undesirable habit for years on end without success. Pete started smoking as a teenager, way before he met his wife, Marie. His father smoked and though he was well aware of the negative effects of tobacco, he still bowed in to pressure from his peers to take his first puff. His friends knew that his father was a smoker so they urged him on… giving him the ‘like father like son’ idea and making him believe it wouldn’t harm much if … Continue reading “…That I may grow old by your side”

“The hope they came with”

Sunset meant many things to different people. Some saw in it beauty and magnificence, while for others, it was a daily event that felt different each time it happened. Had time not been the scarce resource that it was, many would have been found to bask in the evening sun and watch the sun sink below the horizon. But with the busy schedules that were the order of days, most people were left to nurse a longing to enjoy the sunset. For most people, sunset brought with it hope; hope for many things. It came with hope for a better … Continue reading “The hope they came with”

“On the run (3)”

Continued from “On the run (2)” Had Turi died that night, I would’ve blamed it on her thoughts. Even she had thought enough times that the constant thinking would be the end of her. Her brain was always at work. She was always thinking about her life, the people around her and as part of her job description, she had to constantly come up with solutions for the smooth running of her organization. It was not different that night, and one would not need to be told what was on her mind as she stood outside Lowry’s hospital ward. Though … Continue reading “On the run (3)”

“On the run (2)”

Continued from “On the run” The waiter served Lowry’s coffee even before he got to the table. He’d worked there long enough to guess who Turi had been waiting for and had brought coffee as soon as he saw Lowry at the door. Though he had dreams beyond this Coffee Palace, he really enjoyed serving these two. He knew their story and he had the fairy tale idea of being that faithful servant that inherited the kingdom when there wasn’t an eligible heir to the throne on the king and queen’s death. He’d once mentioned that dream to Turi and … Continue reading “On the run (2)”

“On the run”

Turi took a sip from the cup of coffee on the table in front of her. It must have been the fourth or fifth cup, or who knows, maybe even seventh. She couldn’t quite tell. She had stopped counting when it was clear that she would be at the Palace for a lot longer than she expected. Yes, the Palace; Coffee Palace to be precise. The café looked nothing like the palace she had thought it to be when she first went in but it was a great place all the same. Its tables weren’t made out of marble or … Continue reading “On the run”