Recently I participated in a short story/poem/play competition conducted by NGMA (Bangalore). We, the participants, had to view a painting for however long we wanted and then get inspired and write.
Now, I may not be an art connoisseur, but when a painting makes no sense, it just doesn't make sense. I don't remember who the painter was, but I remember the painting. One word: Haphazard. There were ducks on a table cloth, an airplane, a cycle, a car and some people.
I didn't really get inspired, but the cycle set me thinking and that's how my short story evolved. I do hope you enjoy reading it. Bouquets and brickbats are welcome!