My Confidante

 Forgive my perversions, but I must confess that I do like to write about my pen. Its smooth, swelled body... its tip which slips and slides over the white desolation of the page, leaving a trail of bloom and imagination, the same trail where the best of human traits, creativity & love, springs.

 It lives in my jeans' pocket, hung with it's little clip, ready to make love to the notepad in my back pocket. But, like in any affair, conflicts arise and you get the silent treatment which is also known as the writer's block. At such times, I bring it offerings in the form of literature & cinema & music, and hope it forgives me.

 When all's said and done, my pen and me, we chart a lonely course in this forever-trip. And we're glad to have each other to keep company. I have it and it has me and all is fine...

 - By Ritvij. 29/Oct/2022. At home, Raebareli.