Last Saturday we had our meet at Mocha, and this time it was not the usual write something on a topic, read it out, etc kinda readmeet.. it was filled with exercises that helped us go beyond our realm and look for words that would remain with us and help us change our writing styles..

here is one such exercise.. we were all teamed in 3’s and given a sentence and had to build a story.. something we’ve done in schoool or college.. where one person would write a sentence, fold the paper,pass it on and so on.. finally the complete story is read out and trust me, it cant get any hilarious…wacko.. crazyyy 😉

Writers : Lavanya, Sharanya, Aaarti
The sentence given to begin with – ‘There is never enough sugar in Mocha’

‘There is never enough sugar in Mocha’, said Shilpi, as she licked the spoon dark with chocolate that dripped down to her cleavage and mingled with the sweat in her valley, like a river of mud.

Shilpi had recently been in a TV commercial purportedly for shampoo, the highlight of which was a close-up on said bounteous bosoms with the glowing words ‘Volume Boost’ emblazoned across them. She put the
spoon down and sighed.

Staring at the TV, she could feel her eyes water and mouth go dry. She longed for a Paneer Frankie and a cold coffee.

‘Waiter’, she called, and a tall man in a hat and handlebar moustache appeared, hiding a conspicuous bulge in his too-tight red silk pants, with a little teacup with floral engravings along the edge.

‘I’m coming, ma’am, I’m coming’, he said, a little too enthusiastically. ‘give me some sugar’, she said. The bulbous waiter nearly fell over, composed himself, then scuttled away again.

She waited and waited, grew tired, and just got off the seat, marched into the kitchen, taking the waiter by his collar and stared him down.

‘I knew you would come here’, the waiter said, his name tag – Senthilnathan Anbazhagan – gleaming menacingly in the harsh glow of the lone kitchen bulb.

‘Oh really?’, she replied dismissively, ‘Did your horoscope tell you that? Your parrot astrology?” And with that, she stood up and swayed off, swishing her hair. …. ;o)

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