Penchant for pen

Don’t know if I should be exuberant with joy or just stay calm and not write a line about it – but when the first ever tangible gift from writing something came to me and I held it in my hands, it felt like a prized possession, because this is the first tangible object to have gratified my inner calling of writing – it’s a room freshener from Amipur, that is currently looking down upon me from the bookshelf and having its calm fragrance linger in the air. Well, it certainly feels good because no matter how small or insignificant or earthly, it instigates a subdued pride, though otherwise suppressed, has had the best of me over years.

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