When I took the picture of the cat sitting on the temple wall, I knew there were stories waiting to be told. What none of us anticipated was that there would be EIGHT of them, each more imaginative than the rest. Picking a winner was not going to be easy, so the first thing we did was check if they were EXACTLY 100 words long. Two were off by a single word, and much as it pained us to do so, we had to let them go.
Purists will tell you that a story should have a beginning, a middle and an end. That a story should have detailed plotting and believable characterizations. A hundred words is inadequate for all that. It is hopeless to try and argue with purists, so none of us even try. We just concede that while 100 words may be inadequate for an entire story, it is sufficient for either sketching a story or for detailing a fragment that hints at a larger story. All qualified.
My instincts made me pick three favourites, but when I tried to analyse what I liked about each of them, I wasn’t able to. Time to call for reinforcements. The rest of the Burrowers checked in- the same drabbles emerged as the personal favourites of everyone who voted. I decided to trust my instincts.
I cleared my mind of all pervious conceptions, and read the drabble
s through one last time. The winner was clear.
And, without further ado, here is the Winning Drabble-
Why, hello there. You. Yes, you. You're looking fine
today, bibi. Mighty fine. Come here. A little closer. Closer. There. Yes. Nice. Your skin, it glows like the setting sun. Your eyes, emeralds. Your lips, as luscious as those of Sita, and pouting like hers as well. Why so sad, jaan? One who goes blind in spring sees only greenery all around. See that? That? Color, beauty, life. May you live a thousand years and may each year have a fifty thousand days. And may I have some tuna. Be a peach and share some of that sandwich, will you?
Do check back tomorrow for a new image to set your imagination afire.