I have been writing for over a decade now. In 2012, I started a blog and went on to garner a lakh page views by 2015. Social media wasn’t as big then as to what it is now, the internet wasn’t a necessity, but rather an accessory and attention span surely was more than what we have today. So I believe I can get a little pat on my back for what I achieved.   Come 2016, my blog reached the 200k mark, and then like the abandoned Paper Factory in Jagiroad, Assam, I abandoned my blog. I did write a couple of pieces up until 2021, but that was probably the flickering flame of a dying lamp.   So, did I stop writing after 2016? Hell no, in fact, I have been writing an unimaginable volume of work. From academic papers, news stories, features for magazines, websites, academic papers, dissertations, press releases, scripts, concept notes and my favourite pass time, emails, I have been churning out words after words .  But what I absolutely stopped doing is, writing for myself. Pers...

Ever since my childhood I have always had something for pens . A beautiful pen would always make me feel write correct. Though it might feel bit absurd, rather abnormal that, until and unless I am not comfortable with the pen, I can’t write. I virtually give the shopkeeper a night mere whenever I am in hunt for a new pen. I don’t know if it is my obsession or sheer association that I am always concerned about the pens I have and seldom I lend them to anyone. Though I have used numerous pens as of yet; here I meant to say that I have used various verities of pen, but one type has always been my favorite and I feel most of the true lovers of writing too feel the same, it is the ink based pens . I stated using pen in Class IV, that is about 8 years back, and the happiness I got using my first ink pen on my copy was something very different. The first pen I used was a Chinese ink pen used by my mother in late 1970’s (This marks the influence of Chinese goods in India so long bac...