Follow the link Make Your Own Story Challenge to know what this is about.
This is a fabulous challenge initiated by Neerja. Not only is she an intelligent blogger but a superb human being. She was the very first blogger to have encouraged me immensely and she never, never, never fails to leave her warm feedbacks with a human touch.She nominated Tejas. And Tejas nominated me.Tejas, is what you can actually call a Star Blogster….his fan following increasing by leaps and bounds everyday. I know him since ages 😉 and I am witnessing him evolve everyday as a better writer. In short: I am his fan! So this task was pretty daunting but I tried to do my best.
Rules of the challenge:
- You have to continue from where the nominator has left.
- You have to nominate only one person in this challenge.
- You have to write the story in next 24 hours.
- You have to write 100 words only.
- Provide the link of the earlier part of the story.
- You are free to end the story.
- And yes don’t forget to thank your nominator.
- Write your views about the nominee and nominator.
Story so Far…
Once upon a time their existed a wasteland in Patliputra. There lived a little boy named Aditya who was only child of Madhavi and Shankara. They used to love him a lot and wanted him to dream big and get out of this wasted land. But Aditya unlike his parents had some another dream. He wanted to improve and convert his wasteland into a dreamland where everybody wants to live. Aditya knew he had to convince his parents for this but he didn’t how will they react and whether they will approve this idea of his dreamland.
The clock struck two past midnight as a stream of snowy moonlight sneaked through the swinging-with-the-breeze curtains and scattered on Aditya’s bed. As the squeaking sparrow went back inside the ancestral wall clock after two tweets, Aditya sneaked out of his bed quietly.
He stuffed pillows under his blanket in a shape to disguise as himself. He tiptoed out to the backyard. He double checked on both sides for no one following him before going behind the banyan tree.
As planned, Shivansh was already waiting for him there. A nod from both of them assured, everything was on track. Aditya plucked out a wrinkled paper from his pocket and Shivansh’s eyes twinkled with a beaming smile.
And the story continues…..
With quivering fingers Aditya unfolded the paper. The near-yellow paper definitely looked old.
“Here”, Aditya smiled, “is the key to our dreams….If only we can get hold of this, we shall have enough resources to convert this wasteland into the land of our dreams”.
Shivansh’s eyes shone in genuine glee. He intently looked at the unfolded paper in front of his eyes. Within seconds his eye-brows stitched into each other transforming into puzzled curiosity.
“But this looks empty Adi. This is a blank paper.”
Aditya smiled. A hint of mischief waved past his face.
“Just wait and watch the magic”, Adi whispered.
He then held up the paper and placed it against the circular moon. The moonlight diffused through the ridges and furrows of the wrinkled paper lending a surreal look. Within seconds a faint map appeared on it.
Shivansh couldn’t believe his eyes. He had many questions but Aditya’s eyes were fixed on the map.
With intense seriousness he pointed to a lotus emblem right at the middle of the map.
“And here is our destination – Padmabharan – the lotus urn”.
I nominate Nimz to carry forward the story. Of what I have read of her works , her writings have an uncanny charm and warmth. But I love her for what she is : A wonderful soul and a superb human being. Like Neerja, she never fails to encourage. And right now she is my soul-buddy!
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