On incessant demands of a story I fangled this one out of the blue.
One day the colors of the rainbow were having a fight
Said Voilet- I am the biggest - people are scared of me - they protect themselves from me by wearing sunglasses
Said Indigo- I am the best, I am the color of berries that give Vitamins (don't ask, I could find nothing better)
Said Blue- I am omni present, I am the biggest, I am the color of the sky
Said Green- I am the most vital. I am the color of the grass and leaves and plants
Said Yellow- I am the most powerful as I am the color of the Sun
Said Orange- No I am the most powerful and dangerous as I am the color of Fire
Red- I am the best as I am the color of blood- present in everybody
Then came Black - who gobbled up all colors (for a demo) and said see I can eat all of you so I am the most powerful
White came to the rescue- The saviour is better, if I mix all of you you become white So I am the most important one
And that, in a nutshell describes my poor narration skills!
6 comments:
Yeh poor narration hai??? its good yaar..
the very thought of composing a poem/story takes me to the loo...
Wow! I think you are a Rowling in the making. I do invent stories sometimes, but nothing close to this one... I'm gonna borrow this from you - will give you the credits of course :)
poor... gosh thank god i didnt tell u what i make up :)
timepass- ha ha thanks
Uma- off course feel free.
Monika- tell tell....
:D
i wont mind begging for one spoonful of your imagination even! :)
LOL! That was creative!
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