Essence. What I got from the 7 day blog challenge #Barathon

The freezing cold from the last 3 months had seeped into every pore, creativity ebbed low. My blog saw an occassional post. 

                                      Then came the Barathon, at just the right time. I decided to write very short posts unlike my A to Z challenge posts which one way or the other tend not to be short. My blog began to smile and cheer up with daily visits from me and friendly bloggers and readers. 

                        Om, Omkaara and Takshak emerged and wove there way in and out of my 7 day tale. The three of them, the monkey, various animals and I, thanks all of you who read and cheered me on from start to finish. 

                              The writing muscles got their much needed exercise and also the Sun has begun to visit us a little more, the last few days perking everyone up around here. Hob nobbing with the other bloggers brought cheer and warmth. Manuscripts lying around have begun to be gathered up with a new vigour and resolve. 

                                      Kudos to the admin team at the BAR. Congratulations to everyone who took part in any way. Now I am off to read and comment.

                                                        

                         

                                    

Last day, A tiny tale. Day#7 #Barathon

He slithered out and tucked the apple back into the cavernous recesses of his throat, promising himself that he would get the better of the innocents, he was out to lure.
             Omkaara and Om were out of sight now. Takshak followed them, sometimes on land, sometimes shooting across tree branches. They seemed to have disappeared. He tried to breathe in their odours but could smell nothing that could give him any information about the path they had taken.
          Across a large lake, in a large patch filled with banyan trees, a monkey had taken the couple under its wing and taught them the art of swinging from tree to tree. Omkaara and Om soon were adept at this, the aerial roots giving them ample opportunity to practise.
                     Having filled themselves with berries, they curled up, intertwined, atop a wide branch. They were hard to discern, their brown skins blending with the brown skin of the branch they slept on.
    Takshak made his way to where they lay, finally having smelt them. He pushed the apple between their faces. They had to notice it and take a bit or two, for sure. He sat on the branch right on top of theirs and tried to stay awake.
                 The monkey who was still up and about, returned and seeing the juicy, red fruit snatched it and bit into it. Takshak lashed out with his tail but to no avail. They monkey hopped off the tree and was soon out of reach, along with the apple.
                                    The duo slept on, while Takshak slunk back to the nether worlds, shame faced.
                   





I am writing a seven part short story as a part of the BARATHON, a week long blog event at Blog-A-Rhythm, each part based on a prompt. Go all teams and in particular #Orange Tango :)

Nearing the end, A tiny tale, Part 6. Day #6 #Barathon

Instinctively she reached out and touched the shiny blobs and then recoiled when she realised that the blobs ended on a dangerous looking visage, different from the animals she had seen.
                    The little shoes had changed into round golden blobs, Takshak noticed. His skills needed brushing up. While he mulled over this, Om woke up too and sat up near Omkaara, staring at what lay in front of them.
                  Coughing out the apple, Takshak placed it near the couple and sped backwards until he was behind a large banyan tree. He watched eagerly, waiting to see the apple eaten. Much to his chagrin the duo ignored the fruit, arose and sped off in the opposite direction.
                     This apple business had started to get harder amd harder on his nerves. The gem he had his eye on would soon be wishful thinking if he didn't change his tactics. At other times, in other places, this had been a piece of cake, thought Takshak, letting out a deep sigh which came hissing out of him.


I am writing a seven part short story as a part of the BARATHON, a week long blog event at Blog-A-Rhythm, each part based on a prompt. Go all teams and in particular #Orange Tango :)

A tiny tale part 5 Day#5 #Barathon #Blogarhythm

The pair gambolled, at ease with their surroundings, at one with the animals. A large thorn pierced Om's foot and he stopped to remove it and gaze at the red liquid drops on his under foot. In the meantime Omkaara had curled into a ball on a patch of grass and fallen asleep. Om walked away. He came upon a lake and jumped in and flailed his arms and legs in abandon. Emerging in a while he made his way back and fell asleep beside Omkaara.
               Grass and dry leaves rustled. Animals, big and small scurried off to hide. Takshak looked at the sight with glee. His prey was right in front of him, but oh no, they had fallen asleep. He had to wake them up somehow. He wanted to be done and go back to where the Sun did not shine.
               His fangs emerged witth two tiny shoes at their ends. Shiny material of mirage, he was an adept at this trick he had learned on his grandpa's lap, a hundred years ago. Moving closer, he tap tapped at Om's wounded foot with the shoes to no avail. Grimacing, he patted Omkaara's arm. She sat up with a start and glared, goggle-eyed at this strange thing with shiny tips.


I am writing a seven part short story as a part of the BARATHON, a week long blog event at Blog-A-Rhythm, each part based on a prompt. Go all teams and in particular #Orange Tango :)



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Part 4 of A tiny tale. Day #4 #Barathon #Blogarhythm #Orange Tango

The last time he had been sent on a similar mission, Takshak had been caught red handed, napping on a banyan bough, his belly heavy with his favourite meal of apples and rabbit.
His eyes turned into slits as he firmed his resolve of getting hold of the duo and seducing them into sharing an apple with him. This was no run of the mill apple, it was one crafted by Dushtakarma and full of a sweet liquid. Once bitten into, all kinds of strange desires would seep into the hapless person's veins and make them do all kinds of things. Currently it lay hidden in a cavity in his throat.

In the meantime, Om and Omkaara had walked across the Aranyaka forests and reached a clearing. Here they ran behind a herd off deer, chasing them and imitating their style of running. Laughter rang out and filled all directions.

Orange Tango

I am writing a seven part short story as a part of the BARATHON, a week long blog event at Blog-A-Rhythm, each part based on a prompt. Go all teams and in particular #Orange Tango :)

Fragile Lives- Part 3 Day #3 #Barathon #Orange Tango

Satiated, they ambled off into the horizon, blissfully unaware of how fragile their life and that of the place they were in was going to be.
Unbeknownst to them Takshak, a dark and venomous being had emerged from the nether worlds and slithered around in search of the newly hatched pair. Deformed and stragely shaped, all the underground dwellers had chosen him to do their task.
                     He was to find the innocents and lure them to his dark world. Once he had done this he would be rewarded with a new Mani for his hood.





I am writing a seven part short story as a part of the BARATHON, a week long blog event at Blog-A-Rhythm, each part based on a prompt. Go all teams and in particular #Orange Tango :)

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What You Do Not Know - tiny story contd. Day #2 # Bar-A-Thon

The creatures stretched and ambled towards one another on hind legs. As they walked they stood taller and taller, until they seemed quite straight. The Sun's rays caught their hair and skin and glinted.
Opening it's mouth one of them, the female emitted a gurgle and tried to match her voice with the hum in the background which had begun to fade. The male did the same and they both tested out their voices, while the birds flew down from their perches to take a look.
             The fully grown creatures had no idea of what they were and where they were. All they could sense was that there was some burning sensation in their bellies which demanded appeasement. They began to nibble at tree-bark and leaves. Venturing further fruit was found and liked. Juice dribbled down their mouths as they downed mango after mango.

What You Do Not Know

Stranger than fiction- The start of a very tiny tale. Day #1 #Bar-A-Thon

The shell began to crack, the large egg moved a little and then fell apart. A creature, all wrinkled, skin moist- staggered out. Two legs, two arms a head and a torso. The sound vibrations continued- sonorous and earth shaking. Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm reverberated through the trees, the land, rivers, mountains and the skies. Another creature emerged from a neighbouring egg, stretched its limbs and looked around, squinting its eyes.

Stranger than fiction