Long long back, my dad gave me his fountain pen that was grey in color with a silver cap. It was a treasure passed on to me from his childhood, the one that is invaluable. It wrote smooth, from all the years of writing it had to do. Every word I wrote with it reminded me of the times, my dad struggled to buy that pen in the first place. As a kid, he saved money not to buy chocolates, but this pen. So needless to say, it was my treasured possession – which I refused to share even with the sister. Infact, I wrote my boards with that pen and consider it my lucky charm too. While I preserve that fountain pen and a couple others, its been quite a bit of time I had used them.
Recently, S bought me another fountain pen and this morning, we filled ink in it and I had the pleasure of writing with a fountain pen again, after almost 9years. Bring on any type of pen, it cant come close to a fountain pen. I love this shiny green golden fountain pen and the royal blue ink! Takes me back to the golden days 🙂