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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