I was a grown up person exulting in the ink pen which was to be filled with ink after pulling and depressing a lever at the side of the pen. Never minded the ink stains on the fingers as that implied that I am a grown up person now. Pencils were for kids. The Quink bottle with a cloth was displayed with pride on the desk. And to tell you a disappointing thing, writing with the reverse nib didn't improve my writing. Welcome to the Day 4 of #MeMoWriMo or the Memoir Writing Month. i.e. September. Time to knock the door of your memories through this challenge. #remembertowrite #penciltopen #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
