Do you remember your first fountain pen? Or your favorite one?
That feeling of being old enough to own a pen.
Moving on from Nataraj & Faber Castell.
Truly jumping into the world of words.

That was a time when paper did not come cheap.
Blank papers from old notebooks became new notebook – Rough Copy 🙂
This copy had papers of all shapes and sizes. All colors and tints.
Square boxes of maths notebook. And three lines of Literature notebook.
A souvenir, a gift, from last year to this – jumbled up, yet so simple.

All the thoughts in my head. And all the thoughts in yours.
Will be ink one day. And paper and pen.
And then, at last, I will write us a poem.
And a love song, maybe.

Sometimes my mind is like a dangerous storm.
And my heart is thrown away in all directions.
I need to look beyond the eye of this storm.
I need to write it all down. I need my pen – The one that is lost now.