Part 5: A Different Perspective
Have you imagined how life would be as someone or something else? Everyone has at some point in time written something from a different perspective. This perspective could be both living as well as non-living. The living ones mainly are animals or birds. The non-living ranges from a stationary car to a light bulb atop a high pole. Let us consider a living being’s perspective, namely a dog.
Everyone loves a dog, don’t they? Those among us who are dog owners are always trying to get into the heads of our pets and understand what they are thinking about. What is really going on in that furry little head of theirs? Those quizzical eyes are forever keeping us flummoxed about their mood and desires. Well, most of the time, they want treats; now that is easy to guess! But imagine writing about a dog being in their shoes. What if you could look inside the mind of one of those cute, cuddle-worthy canines even for an hour and collect their curious thoughts?
As a dog, we can write about our adventures, experiences and thoughts. What fun we had at the beach! What a treat the theme park was! How delicious that titbit off the dining table was! Ever imagined when dogs of all sizes and ages are feeling scared? How many of you dog lovers have your dogs cowering under your feet or curling up uncomfortably in their beds at the sound of thunder, or worse, firecrackers? What would be going through your head if you were one?
Could it be something like this?
My ever-active ears picked up on that familiar yet strange sound. He was here, again. The rumble seemed very soft but distinct. I looked over at Penny who seemed engrossed in her drawing. She didn’t seem to hear him. Then, did I imagine it? I admit I have thought about some lip-smacking gravies or biscuits that I swipe off plates when no one is looking. I even have dreams about running on the open grassland at full speed as the wind tickles my Yorkshire terrier furry ears and belly. Penny tells me numerous times that my legs often move vigorously while I sleep. But why on earth will I dream of someone scary like the rumble that is always searching for me like a predator? What did I ever do to him? I am no bigger than a rabbit in size and heart.
Then the sound came again. This time it was unmistakable. With louder explosions. Even Penny looked up from her colouring. Her eyes seemed to scan the ceiling from the right to the left. Then she looked towards where I was, and our eyes met. Her quizzical knitted brows unfurled and turned into wide arcs of realisation as she looked at me. From her eyes as wide as an open window, I knew that the look on my face must have been of pure horror. She saw it. She inhaled sharply in response and before I knew it, my legs leapt up on the bed, over the cushions and into her outstretched arms. She always knew how I felt at such times. I buried my face in the nook of her elbows as she wrapped her arms around my small body. The familiar smell from her was always a source of comfort for me. Hmmm…. butter cookies; she must have been munching on them earlier. Even I wanted one. But wait. I need my pursuer vanquished first.
Then suddenly the monster that seemed quite far away was suddenly over our house. How did he get here so fast? The entire house shook from his thundering temper as he continued to strike the roof and tried to get in. He caused such loud sounds in anger that the entire sky echoed with it. This time I was sure he would get me. I have been elusive so far and always escaping in the nick of time, but he always seems to know where I am. In every room in the house where I hid it, he appeared, right outside the window. Even when I dug under the pillow, he seemed to find me. There was no relief from his relentless searching, I’m telling you. How did he always know where I was? But this time I was confident that Penny would save me. With her around, I always felt safe. She would tell him to go away and leave me alone.
Are you scared of thunder? What about loud crackers? Small animals are too. But how do they express that to you, the owners? Most of the time they think it is a sign of danger, so they begin shivering out of fear. Even our hands quake when we are scared, don’t they? In the above passage, do you notice the small details that make the thoughts and feelings of the dog even more distinct and feel like they could belong to an actual dog? Very playful yet sensitive to loud noises. They love to eat as well as play around. All those things are also woven into the lines without deviating from the main topic.
Can you see the numerous sensory details that have been incorporated into the paragraphs? For a topic like this where your thoughts and feelings play a key role, you must inundate the reader with as many sensory descriptions as you can. You must have also noticed that an innocent and sweet animal like a dog will not know what thunder or lightning is. For them, any loud sound will indicate some form of danger. That is why we have used personification to describe the loud thundering sound. They are scared mostly because they think they will be harmed.
Now, choose an animal and get writing about their thoughts and feelings!