My dear partneress was one of those who kindly answered my 11 questions and gave me a writing-prompt:
Write 100 words about ME!
The dirty water had ruined
the upper part of the big index card, soaking the thick paper and
smearing the letters. Some of it might have been an address and
phone-number, but only one who already knew the words could have
recognized them now.
Reluctantly, with a
mixture of curiosity and shame at looking through somebody else's
private notes, he started to read with the first line that was still
of any use. Just to find a hint about the owner, of course.
She was unaware of the
true effect of her talents, but it's unlikely that anyone has
suffered from it so far or even noticed anything. By nature, this is
a positive power that has to be channelled.
I sense great potential in
her, and she has agreed to work with me to explore and practice her
magic.
He reread the last few
words with a confused frown, even squinting a bit, as if the water
had reached and blurred that part, too. Then he huffed, laid that one
aside and picked up another one. It got accidentally a little bit
torn at the edge when the wet paper gave way, but it's content
sounded quite similar. And the next one and the one after that.
Someone who shaped unbreakable pottery, unless it got in contact with
salt-water. A shape-changing actor in need of surveillance, because
here existed a danger of abuse. Another musician, but that index-card
seemed a lot older than the others. It was of a slightly smaller
size, the paper yellow and rough.
He wearily eyed the stack
of still unread cards and told himself that there probably wasn't any
hint on the owner of the weathered leather-bag on any of them. He
didn't want to read the rest. Why had he picked up the sodden bundle
anyway? It's owner probably had returned by now to the spot where it
had lain in a puddle between the railway and the road.
Well, those are obviously more than 100 words, but those that are directly about my friend are the ones in the middle paragraph :)
I had this idea a while ago and maybe it will one day turn into a story.
NahiSirath se pyar krthe hai,jis par jaan hum apni nishawar krthe hai,kehne ko tho sabi Ashiq kehte hai, Play BazaarMagar Hum wo Ashiq haijo apni mehboob ki izaat k khatirhum apni Mohbbt b chupa sakte hai.Ye Ashiq ki hai nayi daastan,sun k sabi log hogaye pareshaan,mohabt ki ladayi me jeet hi gaya tha wo,apni mehbooba ko gar le aya tha wo,khusi se tho ek din beet gaya,Dusre hi din wo Late bangaya,sare barathi hogaye Aya dour ab Naye AshiQ Kapurane Ashiqo ne azamana chaha?batao kya kr sakte ho tum apni mehbooba k liye?hum ne tho Qurbaan kr di thi Jaan un k liyeSun k sawal New Satta King Ashiq hass padabola jo dard sahaa hai tumne uska waqt kam thabola hum ne tho guzari dard bari zindagi aisilo sunatha hoon Aap beethi apniun k liye my apni sari Umar guzar dikhoon k Asansu the jo rukne k intezar me guzaariisi dauraan chali gayi benaayeei hamarimagar wo ab tak b lout k na ayi.
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