Fountain of Joy

I haven’t begun my work yet. I am feeling a little low. Perhaps, it’s one of those ‘Monday Blues.’ The exact reason; I do not know.

I read an article about the joys of writing with a fountain pen. It has forced me to use my fountain pen again. Not that I had discarded it in one of the dusty corners, but I did leave it idle on the desk for quite some time now.

I have always felt special about writing with a fountain pen. There is something in it that’s simply inexplicable. The sheer pleasure of the nib caressing the white sheet of paper feels exulting. As one of the eminent writers put it, “I love the sound of the nib making love to the paper.” The feel of the nib caressing the pristine white paper triggers a divine feeling and entices you to continue writing. This sheer pleasure secretes a hundred thoughts.

With the growing use of computers and laptops, the habit of writing with a pen has been completely lost. Perhaps, that’s why I cannot write for long with a pen. Secondly, I also feel ‘I cannot write’ without a computer. But, I am seriously thinking of getting back to writing with a pen. I plan to write at least a paragraph everyday with a fountain pen. I am sure, in some time, the sheer feel of the pen giving shape to thoughts on paper will overpower the handicap of luxury offered by technology.