The Spatula and Alexendar the Great

_{DAY nine OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS “WRITE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO OBJECTS IN A KITCHEN DRAWER.”}

“I don’t know anything about my future, it may be bleak but my past has been glorious…”, said spatula, to other kitchen utensils, while pondering over a news article.

The latest model of GPT has claimed in this news piece that soon AI powered humanoids will replace entire set of kitchen utensils include spatulas and knives.

Knowing this everyone was sad in the kitchen drawer and looking blankly at their future, except Oi, the AI powered machine which decides every decision taken by a human while cooking.

Upon hearing the spatula boasting about its future, Oi smiled scornfully and said, what future, you are just a thing to be used by a human being.

Hearing this, the spatula answered, you are AI powered machine, yet you don’t know about my glorious past?

It then said, ‘my existence dates back to the days of Alexandar, the great. I originated from a kind of sword which won wars. The silicon shape on one end was added to me some decades back to use me as a scrapper in a kitchen.”

Hearing this, Oi replied, ‘’Is that so, I didn’t come across any material that mentions this beautiful history of yours. I am sorry for underestimating you.”

Upon this, spatula and other kitchen utensils, smiled and reconciled with Oi.

PS – This is the ninth day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.

The piano and some plants

_{DAY Eight OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS “CREATE A CHARACTER WHO CAN COMMUNICATE WITH PLANTS THROUGH MUSIC.”}

This is the story of Rohan, a five-year-old boy.

His father was a professional botanist with a specialization in music therapy for plants. He wanted to prove that plants grow faster when they listen to music like Jazz featuring stringed instruments.

He was a pianist himself as well. So, along with playing all the great pianists like Arrau, Hofmann, or Rubinstein on a record player, he used to play by himself as well.

On such occasions, Rohan used to feel as if his houseplants responded positively to music. Rohan was only 20 when his father left him with an old & rusty piano, failing to prove his theory that plants grow faster when listening to music.

These were the loneliest years for him. Soon, he began to play the piano to feel his father’s presence. He used to play for hours at a stretch, sometimes skipping lunch and dinner.

Soon, he began to feel as if his plants were reacting to his music. He shrugged it off only to find years later that he could communicate with his plants through some tones.

PS – This is the eighth day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.

The guy who knew…

_{DAY SEVEN OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS “WRITE ABOUT A CHARACTER WHO DISCOVERS THEY CAN SEE THE FUTURE.”}

(Photo – Yaroslav Gerzhedovich)

Once upon a time, there was a guy who used to be lost in his thoughts.

His name was Sasi. He didn’t have a second name or a religion as he didn’t know who his parents were.

He used to say that he is free from the clutches of religion or any other societal boundaries.

Detached from the bindings of this society, he used to roam freely, observing abstract patterns in nature, change in people’s behavior, and decline of values in society.

One day, he realized something that frightened him to his core. He couldn’t sleep for days.

He realized that people have stopped speaking the truth in general. They lie when there is no reason to lie as if it has become their natural instinct.

He wondered what would happen to a society where people would stop trusting each other. He realized that it will crumble like a house of cards.

PS – This is the seventh day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.