I know this is coming in piece meal basis and many of you may have lost the thread to it but am determined to complete the entire set. So here’s continuing the articles from my writer’s workshop. This particular exercise was divided into 2 parts – in the first part we were asked to write all the words that came to our mind when we thought of a ‘volcano’. In the second part we had to use those words (or as many of those) to describe a traffic jam scene. So here goes…the underlined words are some from my volcanic list…

I was riding down the Western Express highway and found a serpentine queue of vehicles. Drat…a traffic jam. I will surely be late for my date. Remembered good ole Murphy and his law, “whenever you are in a tearing hurry, you’ll meet with a traffic jam”. Since I had no option but to wait, I stepped out of the rick to assess the situation. And what do I see?

There was thick smoke billowing in the air. A mob of angry onlookers had gathered. The embers were still red and once in a spurt there was an orange yelllow flame that leapt out. The mob was turning aggressive and the cops couldn’t contain the raging protests that were erupting. Soon they would go on a destruction spree devastating public life. The root cause of this trouble was a dead body charred and roasted beyond recognition. The burnt body was still hot to touch, but I could feel the mob’s blood bubbling. Once it crossed boiling point it would uproot public property. With no intention of being caught in a warring situation, I told the rickshaw driver to take a U-turn and go the other way.