Love for a pen

Some stories are meant to be written with a particular pen.

And I have decided to write all my stories for few coming months with this pen.- Cello papersoft

I am actually not branding a pen here while in one way I am definitely doing so.It all started that good moment when I borrowed a pen from my cousin for a minute or two at my uncle's place which I got to visit on my trip to India this year.
While I am that sort of a person who when borrows pen try to make sure not to walk away with it as it is usually the case. People just walk away in conversation taking the borrowed pen along, to never return it back. And this good way I have often lost some of my favorite pens.

When I say favorite, I mean that when I write with a pen for a longer time I tend to develop a bond with it and go emotional about it. Crazy I know. and when someone just walks away with it, I feel that was not really a great thing to do. Hence when I borrow a pen I make sure I just return that back thinking the other person could be one of my types who have actually developed a bond with his/her pen.

So I borrowed this pen from my cousin and when I wrote with it, I was like flattered with the kind of writing that came out with it.

And I went emotionless to betray my cousin and slipped it in my bag and literally stole away. And I actually did that. And it has been good three months that this wonderful pen of mine is still with me , creating stories(particularly grocery lists) and literally sharing a bond with me.

Fearing that the ink would run off anytime now, I have got a stock for it through one of my known dears coming down to Jacksonville from India. More stories to go written with my fresh stock of pens.

A word of thanks for those lovely people who got these for me.

Why are you giving me that look ?