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This is an autobiography......
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I am an old fountain pen now finding my place in a dark corner of a cupboard of my master Sri Rajan, who is no more. I belong to the family of ‘Black Birds’. I was manufactured in England 55 years ago and was shipped to Madras for sale. Messrs Simpsons on the Mount Road, Madras was our wholesale dealer. From there I was sent to ‘Pen Corner’ in Georgetown, Madras. Mr. Rajan, then a young boy of 16 appearing for the matriculation examination, bought me for Rs. 3/-.
I felt happy that I got a new master, a brilliant young lad whom I am going to serve for some years. My color was black and my nib was gold-coated with a firm point. My writing was smooth and it was like sailing on calm waters. I preferred ‘Swan’ ink, blue or black. It was my master’s choice to select the ink. My master first used me to take his matriculation examination. Whether it was due to his hand writing or my beautiful flow I cannot say, but he passed his examination with distinction. That helped me to gain the love of my master who then onwards considered me as a lucky possession. I was always his companion finding my place comfortably in the pocket of his neat shirts. We both developed an inseparable intimacy and he believed that his progress in education and getting a good executive job in government through direct recruitment as a Revenue Divisional Officer was all due to me.
Many pens costlier and more beautiful came his way. But I never lost my place of privilege on their account, from my master. They were also used. But for anything important or sacred, I was to be there for my master to write. I enjoyed the privilege of a Royal Queen
Hey public..!..Did u remember me ? i am pen.I may be in red colour,blue colour,black colour,green colour to write.Many write with me for documents,Papers,For writing Diary,For writing exams,For practising math etc.Let me say a moment which i felt with an 10 years girl.I was a gift to that girl when she passed out for 8th class.She toom care for me.She didn't leave me alone and she didn't throw me.She wrote her feelings,problems and many in her diary by me.One day she is writing on a rough paper very roughly she was crying like anything.And finally she wrote that she lost her dad..!.I felt very sad that time.Then even my ink was over she kept me in her pen stand.She didn't use me for years.Everytime she will keep a refill into me and write but now she left me and started typing in laptops,mobils and print them..Then i think sometimes i am missing her and her handwriting and can't know her problems.I am waiting for her even now and everytime..Waiting for her alone in a pen stand..i am confidently thinking she will use me..
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