Neerja gave a kick start to this wonderful challenge. This is a make your own story challenge. Follow the link Make Your Own Story to know all about the start. With utmost curiosity, I was looking forward to see the challenge swinging to Tejas and from there to my dearest Sri and then to Nimi. And now, it’s my turn to give a try.
Neerja is a wonderful writer who always keeps experimenting. I really appreciate her for starting this cool challenge which turned ON my story-teller. She gave the baton to Tejas, a person who makes wonders in this wordpress. His Jack & Jill strips are really funny. He tied a wonderful knot to the story and gave the rest to Sreechandra. Sri.. She appears like once in a blue moon. But each & every time she brings up something magical. She swipes off my feet always. She is a superstar who carries life in every word she writes. Sri di passed it to Nimi, the girl who has not only loads of talent but potential to make it big. She’s a great friend and a wonderful person at heart and loves Football(I love her for that and more). Thank you, Nimi, for nominating me for this challenge. Now it’s my turn to give a leap from where Nimi stopped.
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.
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”.
“What is this? Who gave you this?” Shivansh’s face revealed all his zest.
Aditya is still carrying a calm face beaming at the map. Shivansh turned blue.
“Adi, this won’t make any trouble. Right?” His voice trembled slightly.
“Calm down Shiva. Don’t be over reactive as always.” Without taking eyes off the map, still held against the moon, Aditya stepped closer to Shivansh and whispered. “We are going to make history in Pataliputra.” His voice expressed extreme determination.
Shivansh stood with his mouth half-open wondering how this piece of old paper and two fourteen-years old boys going to make history.
Aditya continued. ” This is the ultimate treasure. Once we reach here, this will give us everything we need.” He pointed Padmabharan.
“But how can we find this? This is just a map, barely a map that we have never seen before.” Shivansh started losing his patience.
“I read about this in a book owned by my Dada. I got this map from the slit on the hard bind of the book. This Padmabharan is somewhere here.” Aditya continued examining the map.
Shivansh made a step aback and checked his premise. Somewhere here? With fear and anxiety, he asked. “Adi, don’t make me more confused. Will you please explain?’
Aditya nodded “Yes!”
And the story continues…..
“Some days before dying, my Dada handed me a book and asked me to read it carefully and said that each written word in it is TRUE. He also asked me to pursue it with someone whom I can trust blindly,” whispered Adi, and continued, “I couldn’t make heads or tails about the story till I accidently found this wrinkled paper from the slit of the book.”
Shivansh was listening attentively as if he was hypnotized and can do nothing to break the spell.
Adi continued his charm of revealing things slowly. He said, “In the book, there is mentioning of a mystery map which reveals itself when placed against the circular moon and the first time, I also had the same expression and goosebumps, just like you.”
“On reading further, it says how the people pursuing Padmabharan has to prove their worth that they are deserving of it and hence to get their hands on it, they will face many struggles and sacrifices.”
On listening this, Shivansh was scared like hell and said, “Is it like the survival of the fittest?”
Adi, who had no clue of what is there in the future, said reassuringly, “I don’t know and let’s hope there is no copies of this book or the map and no other living being has any idea of the existence of Padmabharan.”
And that’s it. My part of the story. 100 words is too less. I really need a novel out of this. Now I have so many people to suggest, I go with my close writer friend Jackie to continue this story..
Jackie, use your knowledge of ancient history and make a masterpiece effect on this story 🙂