Question

When I was in school, my English teachers considered my handwriting
very graceful and fluent. With a lot of passion, I learnt both calligraphy and
cursive writing and practiced the exercise for hours together. I used to take
pride in my handwriting when it was appreciated. Writing with a Parkar or
fountain pen gave me a feeling of high, when the tip of its nib smoothly
traversed the intricately arranged thin fibres of the paper.
As I wrote poetic odes calligraphically. I sensed that the loquacious
movement of my pen was akin to ripple on the surface of water. It felt like
beautiful thoughts oozing out of my heart and slipping down through the ink
of my pen only to be etched elegantly on the wafer-thin pages of my book but
before I got to the final version of my poem on the book, I used to write and
rewrite on piles and piles of paper to get it sense and essence right. To this
day I preserve those papers. For, they remind me of my passion for writing.
There was an unknown psychic connection between my soul, the pen and
the paper,
But now after all these years I do not remember what my handwriting
looks like on a paper any more. Anybody who wants to study my personality
through my handwriting might have a tough time. For, I do not write with the
same authority and frequency as before. My handwriting has become wobbly,
flowing uncertainly underneath my unsteady fingers. This is not as result of
any injury or accident. It's just that I do not have the same need to use a pen
anymore.(write a summmary)​

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