Pen and Our Lives
Every time I begin to write, there is a mad rush of emotions and ideas in my head and with all the words teeming in my head I can only commit to paper an insufficient ‘Hi’. HI! ‘Hi’ a greeting to my pen for again becoming my companion in my journey to interpret that which has been a mystery long before anyone knew how to fashion a pen, recognize the impression of the ink, and appreciate its ability to knit a tale with threads from our insignificant and chaotic lives. I do not intend to undermine our lives when I call them insignificant but merely comment on the very short passage of time we all survive and hence comes the pen which grants our temporary existence immortality – immortality as can be boasted of by an ordinary being- immortality that should right be called ‘longevity.’