Amit Goes Blogging

Challenge: The story must end with the line “ It was less than a second, but it changed everything .” Word limit 150 words. Three days since I ate anything mentionable. Chewing on bones thrown at me, after the family of paupers files out the stickiest sinew with their grinding teeth, does not satisfy my hunger. But, the family thinks of me as a lucky puppy. Leftovers is not a way of life here. I am not a scavenging breed either. The girl picks me, and out in the sun again! Her mother is going to do dishes, and I will have my glossy tail pulled by incorrigible kids. Half-way, a car halts. The lady behind the wheel shrieks, “You were away three days? You blah blah…” The shrewd housemaid hustles me away from her daughter’s hands and, very awkwardly, steers the discussion towards me. I don’t know why. Oh, PETA sticker, two puppies in the backseat, 20-kg Pedigree, my food! I am taken in. I feel sad for the ‘poor’ girl, but it’s cooler inside! God, it was less than a second, but it chan

Challenge:  A picture of an old man and an old woman with their backs to each other and walking away Time : 30 minutes Word limit : 100 words Ghost from the past The girl was inconsolable, the grandfather unassuageable. A new kid from the neighborhood had dumped her for another girl. Her dream of participating in the coveted dance competition was shattered. Grandfather empathized with her situation. He decided to punish the boy. The boy was an orphan taken under the care of an old lady. Today, the grandfather hardly cared. He went looking for the boy. He found him playing with his granny. The old man’s eyes met hers. He stood with his mouth agape. He remembered his false promise of love and marriage. He walked away  embarrassed .

Challenge: The story must start with  'That day of summer was the most memorable day of my life. It all started when...'. Word limit 100 words. That day of summer was the most memorable day of my life. It all started when  I went on a tea break. I sat beneath a shade next to a water pot. A minute later, a woman laborer approached the pot. She looked mysterious. She filled her glass, rose it above her lips…. As if under her spell, even I raised my hot tea cup, tilted it, and burnt my lips! Blind from tears, I ran to the parking lot, and nursed my swollen pout. Just then, I heard a girl sobbing. Suddenly, the girl started running and, at a distance, crossed a group of co-workers, looking at me menacingly. My lips were telling a story!