The ink pen
Just caught a glimpse of a bottle of Royal Blue Bril ink.
Oh the pen.. the ink pen..
A Hero pen, yeah that sleek black body and golden cap. A pen you would see in every student's hand, atleast in my school. The real possession. I could never buy another after I lost one.
I stood at the "lost properties" desk for 5 days to get it back. Theresa Maa, thats how we call her, and I didnt know why, gives a look at me like I owe her a decade of service.
"There's nothing here that I can give you" she says. I forgot about my pen from then.
The another pen, gives me 'day'mares during exam times.
You know what ? The ink fills my hand more than the pen. The pen, leaks during summer, leaks during summer and leaks during summer. Why that many summers ? Coz believe me, I have never seen another season.
Out I come after having finished the paper, my blue fingers, no.. royal blue fingers, eeek, disgusting. Would feel like blue mermaid at times.
It becomes lunch time, I sit down for lunch, sometimes with friends around and sometimes alone. Its curd rice with some potato. The worst combination one could ever imagine. And no water. Guess why ? Yes, I would forget the waterbottle. The one that lost its shape after Nancy crushed it with her leg.
No spoon, so eat with the hand. The hand with fingers smeared with royal blue ink, I could see the food getting its colors, wow, a sky blue that emerged, a mix of white rice and blue ink.
"Art on Rice" - so would I title you, my beautiful piece of art.
The worst part being, that I eat this. Yucky!
Why ? Why me ?
Oh the pen.. the ink pen..
A Hero pen, yeah that sleek black body and golden cap. A pen you would see in every student's hand, atleast in my school. The real possession. I could never buy another after I lost one.
I stood at the "lost properties" desk for 5 days to get it back. Theresa Maa, thats how we call her, and I didnt know why, gives a look at me like I owe her a decade of service.
"There's nothing here that I can give you" she says. I forgot about my pen from then.
The another pen, gives me 'day'mares during exam times.
You know what ? The ink fills my hand more than the pen. The pen, leaks during summer, leaks during summer and leaks during summer. Why that many summers ? Coz believe me, I have never seen another season.
Out I come after having finished the paper, my blue fingers, no.. royal blue fingers, eeek, disgusting. Would feel like blue mermaid at times.
It becomes lunch time, I sit down for lunch, sometimes with friends around and sometimes alone. Its curd rice with some potato. The worst combination one could ever imagine. And no water. Guess why ? Yes, I would forget the waterbottle. The one that lost its shape after Nancy crushed it with her leg.
No spoon, so eat with the hand. The hand with fingers smeared with royal blue ink, I could see the food getting its colors, wow, a sky blue that emerged, a mix of white rice and blue ink.
"Art on Rice" - so would I title you, my beautiful piece of art.
The worst part being, that I eat this. Yucky!
Why ? Why me ?
posted by Anck su Namun at 8:42 PM
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