Son comes to me running: Daddy, give me a story/plot idea. I told him: it’s for you to find. Read hundreds and thousands, meet, interact with people, get to know their stories and one / two ideas may click sparking a story. ...1/n
Instead of catching fish for him, I taught him how to fish. In our context, it’s about how to develop a storyline.
I taught him what I learnt 1.5 years back as part of a scholarship program conducted by @HimalayanWrite under the aegis of @IndicAcademy. ...2/n
It’s called the Freytag Pyramid or Freytag Model!
The Freytag Model goes like this: it tells us that every story worth telling must have an inciting incident called Exposition. It leads to a process of Rising Action like the build-up of bubbles in a pot of water being warmed..3/n
It culminates in something called Climax which is the tip / zenith of all action. Thereafter, it’s a slow return to normalcy known as Falling Action and finally, some desired outcome/milestone known as Resolution...4/n
Here's the Freytag Pyramid or Model ! ...5/n
No process is well explained till it’s elucidated with examples. So I chose to break up the story of Rāmayāna to him as per Freytag Model. In the Ramayana, the inciting incident can be different to different people: ...6/n
...for some can be the fact that King Dasaratha was childless and desirous of a heir performed Putrakameshti yajna or King Dasaratha’s Queen Kaikeyi asking for boons after nursing him back after a War where he suffered injuries but ...7/n
to my mind it’s Rama’s banishment to forest at the insistence of Kaikeyi. Rising action can be all the adventure in forest including Sita’s kidnap and culminating in the Rama-Ravana war. Climax is of course the final battle in which Ravana gets vanquished and killed. ...8/n
The falling action will be the returns to normalcy including Rama’s return to Ayodhya with Sita and Lakshmana. The resolution / desired outcome is Rama’s coronation where Rāmayāna ends. ...9/n
Hope that’s helpful to all budding story writers. If you like the content, you can follow @whiffofreshair for many such engaging content ! ...10/10

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