ok now one for the creative minds:
''You are on a vacation with family/friends at a hillstation in India. Early in the morning you go for trekking alone. Once you have walked afar, you come across this secluded clearing parted by the foliage by a small stream. As you walk into the clearing, a door becomes visible to you which was earlier camouflaged (attributed to the algae all over it...merging into the verdant flora around). You push open the door. Describe what you saw in approximately 200 words.''
try and think outta box n let those creative juices flow...will post my wild fantasy reply by the evening...till then its time for some scrupmtious chicken along with the T20 thunder down under...hope our players manage to kick some ass after getting their bums spanked in the whites...:cheers:
My attempt :cheers:
Stunned, I stood there staring at the door. There were minute carvings on the door. Gearing up courage, I moved in for a closer look. It seemed like an ancient language based on pictographs. Sense, it made none. Curiosity got the better of me as I made up my mind to discover what was beyond the door. It was a door made completely of solid rock and it seemed unused and rusty. Saying a prayer, I propped my hands on the door and heaved. After a while the door creaked as it gave way. I pushed till a gap through which I could slip in was made. As soon as I slipped inside, the door thudded shut behind me, shoving me into a land unknown.
It was as if I had been transported back through time. I was standing in middle of a road in a primeval village. Tiny cottages with their crooked chimneys lined up on either sides of the road. People hurried alongside speaking animatedly in an ancient language. Their long coats billowed in the chilly wind as they made way through the crowd. Nobody took notice of my presence. This gave me courage. Not one to let go of an opportunity, I decided to make the most of my time here. Roaming around I noticed a lot of unusual activity.
It was holiday season, it seemed. Candles hung in the trees and holly wreaths on doors. The rooftops of the cottages and shops were covered in layers of crisp snow. The whole village looked like a Christmas card. On what seemed like a main street stood an imposing structure called the Post Office. Colorful winged creatures could be seen flying in and out of the building. Surprising! Moving on I could see the old rundown shops selling wares which could best be described as weird and out worldly.
Around the corner I could hear a clamor. It was the noise of people having a good time. I set off in the direction of the commotion and witnessed something which made me stand in my tracks. I had read it a thousand times over, imagined it in a million different ways, but had never expected to see it for real. I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks as I gazed at the signboard. It simply read The Three Broomsticks. The smell of beer, butterbeer, overwhelmed my senses.