I miss the days of writing letters.
Those blank pages, filled with the feelings of ink.
Than waiting for the postman if he had got our reply.
Sitting by the ocean bank and recalling childhood memories.
At that time hated the homework /class work given by teachers.
But now miss filling the note-book with ink.
I miss to write again. Wish to go to school again.
Excitement of buying fountain pen and ink pot.
Ink is definitely a drug for the writers.
Depicting various feelings in different colours.
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I too miss the days of writing in envelopes, postcards. Waiting for them to reach and get replies back.
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Nostalgia delivered so eloquently.
Amazing
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Ah letter writing and fountain pens! How I miss them. I remember when we’d suddenly run out of ink at school the bench-mate was generous enough to spill some ink upon the desk which we’d used to write!
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So true . Truly school days reminder
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Yes yes I too miss my beautiful and wonderful pens that we used to scribble all over our school books and would write pages of pages either love letters to our penfriends and yes not homework for sure. Nostalgic moments so livid in your poem, Tanvir. I too am remembering my pen today only our fingers are working.
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Ya so true. I remember when i was excited to buy fancy fountain pens and excitement in the beginning to complete the handwriting homework.
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Yes for sure and you know Tanvir my mom had the pen fountain pen known as Sheffaurs and my husband has still kept as a momento and we look at it sometimes remembering writing with it.
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That’s so sweet!!
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Yes isn’t it. Those were our days simple yet beautiful which our children will never know, Tanvir.
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That’s true. I still miss those beautiful moments!
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Yes completely.
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The time that I started using a pen is still so memorable. The feeling was so good and I felt as though I’ve grown.
Memories 🙂
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Yes , filling ink in pen without splitting is a great task. Writing with ink pen is lovely feel, your word made to think about that
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Thank you Subhashini
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A friend gifted me with a fountain pen and gorgeous sea blue ink — feel like smiling each time i write – it is art on paper even my same old handwriting and a smile on my lips. Joy of the present moment comes tumbling in — your post takes me once more to that sweet space, Tanvir. Thank you dear friend! 🙂
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That’s so sweet. Beautiful memory. I remember when I was small my father bought me couple of fountain pens .
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Beautiful poem 😊❤ It reminds me playing with ink pen by making flowers with spreading ink. I loved the smell of ink too 😊
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Yes me too
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This is brilliantly written! Beautiful!❤️
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Thank you 😊
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What a different world that was 🙂
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Yes beautiful and filled with blessings
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How beautifully it is written
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Thank you 😊
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My absolute pleasure
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I brought a cartridge pen and cartridges a few years back and time to time i write in Ink .
I did it just to have that feeling of writing in Ink, being back at school, air mails, pen pals. And also so i can practising writing
My writing is awful cause i type all day.
Great post and brought back sweet memories. You are doing so well with this challenge and i am enjoying each and every post.
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Thank you and it’s a great pleasure you enjoyed the post. More over yes we all have some where beautiful memories of fountain pen .
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Ink, I used to love having ink on my hands when we just started using ink pens..A way to tell the little ones, I am in a big class now and am using a fountain pen 😃😃
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So true. Loved the time and wish to be back
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Ah! gone are those days.
But let’s not stop writing and expressing ourselves.
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Yes 😊
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Oh so well said!! Really miss the days of the ink…now all we do is type on physical and virtual keyboards ! The magic of ink, seeing it dry on words on papers, the intoxicating smell – it was as if we are really wrapping emotions into them for letters and postcards. With unique handwriting for each person, we could feel instant connect with the person after recognising the handwriting …. now it’s all typing with same format and font (or standard ones) being used which don’t convey the same emotions….miss those days!
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So true magic of ink have its own beauty!
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Nostalgic!! Beautifully written ❣️
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Today, in most cases, the only time I’d hold a pen and a paper is when I need to sign on something.
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Kya khub likha hai…. laajwaab “I”
Ham sab us din ko us samay ko aur us postcard aur kalam ko yaad karte hain….aaj bhi uski khushboo dil men kaid hai…..chahte hai magar dekh nahi paate…..
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Thank you sir
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Wow! I too missed those days.
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