Pen
This weekend I went to a pen store named “Makoba”. I’ve been looking at such pen store online in Japan thinking I’ll spend at least a full day in such a store when I go to Japan. As soon as I saw there’s a pen store in Bangalore, that added to my list without a second thought.
At the store, I saw pens starting from about Rs.1500 to a peak of Rs.3.5 lakhs. I kept staring at premium pens, thinking how awesome those look, how good their weight feels in the hand and how smooth the ink flows from their nib. There was one limited edition Dracula pen worth about Rs.1.5 lakhs; I was thinking I might buy something as crazy as that at least once.
Well, I knew how much money it is for a simple instrument like a pen. But when you write more and more, you know how good a premium ink feels on a premium paper. It’s like sleeping on a five start hotel’s bed. Though a bed is just a bed, in a premium experience, everything feels exactly in place. Once you experience such heights, coming back to normal always feels as if something is off.
Now, do I only use premium books and premium pens? No, I write on all kinds of books and all ranges of pens. “A writer can write anywhere. It’s not in the tools”. I agree with that too. Sometimes, even a note taking app on my phone serves me just fine.
But writing physical feels more personal. Those words can never be erased. The writing. itself instantly makes it mine. Even the mistakes I write and striking them off rather than deleting, makes it more human. All this experience keeps me sane, makes me realise I can grow word by word, page by page.
All of this starts at holding a pen. As the nib touches a blank sheet, I feel, everything is possible. No boundaries stand between me and my imagination.
