4th Dec 09 , 242pm
Was just jotting down, in my typical hurried manner the to-do-list for today….
Scribbled ten things in quick succession, wanting to rush to do the hundred things for the day..
Suddenly my pen stopped to scribble… and I flipped and flapped at it and felt irritated as to why it was not working..
Got this funny feeling then.. When was the last time I wrote with a pen till the last traces of ink in it refused to come out ...?
Almost smiled to remember that it was only back in school…
The pleasures of writing with a pencil till the last wood in it has been sharpened away, the chewed end of it, not allowing you to use it any further…
I keep changing or losing pens and pencils ever so often now, don’t know if any of them really belong to me anymore….
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the pen phenomena happened to me today as well, and i recalled the first time when in school we were introduced to the pen or the ink pen for the first time, the pen was such an important assest for us, we would fight over it and today the ink of the pen dries up and i don't even touch it. so true of your blog...so true
ReplyDeletelife never comes easy ---- Manik
something of the variety that brings a smile on my face!
ReplyDeletemost of my pens leave me when they have some 80% of ink left in it :(
with pencils it is worse
i know it is something deeper than a pen..getting philosophical..aan!!
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