MY FIRST LOVE MY PEN
I was broken my life shattered in to a pile of shit. such a thing never
happened to me before. I never lost some thing so dear, I did not feel
this pain when my first cuutti cuutti girl friend ditched me on my
ninteeenth b'day(she fell for a guy named tumba from
She was the best friend I had,come rain or sunshine, war or peace,love
or hatered,punga ya danga.......she was always there with me ( like
the smile that was always thereon my third girl friend ). She is the one
I was attached to during the last six years.I got 6x12=72 slaps in my ragging
for her being with me for six years.
She helped me in my exams,my entrance tests, my first love leter....
.....the hall of fame is endless. But today witout her Iam lost.
When I lost my fountain pen, a camlin fellowship.Yes it was so dear to
me you ball pen users can never understand the pain.You are not attached
to your pen no longerthan the life of a refill.But my pen it was six long
Iam always reluctant to give my pen to some one,but when the cute general
seceretary asked me, I had to give it to him. I felt as if a father
doing kanyadan, I pleaded with him to take proper care of her.
A few hours went by, I met the ghada G.S again, He was making some equations
in air about the proshow in the coming festival. From a distance I slowly
scrutinized his pockets,hands,mouth,ears....no it was not there When he
finished his animatied converstion with anoither ghada
I asked him "where is my pen", " what pen",came a immediate reply.
I felt as if sttabed from behind.I tryed to explain him slowly
to recollect he had taken a pen from me.But he just could'nt remember and
said it might me with some obscure guy and showedno concern to get it for
I had to take the role of a police.I went to the first guy he said had
it,no was all written on his face. Every one seemed to be passing around
my pen. I desperately tryed to track down. But it seemed as a B-2 bomber
not even detected by most hi-fi systems.
I was exhausted when there was no ohter clue to go on.I cursed the gen
sec inside and felt horribly sad.I was returning my hostel, in the
way a hero came in and gave me a pen and asked me to give it to gen sec
and left, he was in a hurry.
I coultd't belive my eyes and ears.I don't know what it was,luck,fate...
or what ever there, I had my pen in my hands.I was happy to get it
back and sweared never to lend my pen to a public servent. I procceded
to my room thinking of all the harshness my pen would have been through
in the last few hours.
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