Writing

There is an unique sensation that tingles when I hold a pen and paper .

Its mystery how the world has moved on and in truth 'moving on' into completely new spheres as new additions of discoveries and inventions infest its every second of existance. New thoughts..new appendages to the already existing complicated lifestyles. I beleive in simplicity and elegance. Somehow, the thought of having to pay through credit cards, electronic addictions, having to type every thought letter by letter on an impersonal piece of plastic called the keyboard ..well I can keep adding on as I do the very thing of typing the flow of my thoughts through the very keyboard..all these have never fascinated me enough as much as the thought of holding a simple ink pen with thoughts flowing as the  dark ink flows with ease on a well parched piece of crisp white paper. We write articles for professional reasons, we write resumes , we write cheques and business letters...but how many of us write our minds..our thoughts ..just the unique combinations of words and letters and symbols that create a mayhem in our minds.Thoughts from hidden lanes of our memories, revisiting images from the darkest corners of our minds, feelings that flash on seeing anything that crosses in our daily existance, a sudden gush of anger, a pang of jealousy, a wit of humor or just anything that happens to us. Its a vanishing art of expressing our expressions through an array of beautiful pearl like words.Im tied when it comes to speaking my mind out.I feel like I am liberated when im yarning yards of words on paper.Nothing can compete  with the old joy of writing.I must say my hand still craves for that crisp white paper and a fountain pen.!