EMPTY PENHOLDER

For the past many days, without my hands reaching the far corners of my study table, the one space that I loved to be at, the very sight of the forlorn table made me reflect on many things that I had not given a thought to. After entering college and settling down in a hostel, where you often don't get the study space of your choice or the perfect table with all the crazy bits of papers and scribbled notebooks stacked beautifully as the one at home, for the first time I felt the strangeness of the new chapter that had just opened before me. The dust that had crept over my unopened diaries which guarded a lot of silly memories of schooldays and homely activities, made me sense that things have changed, days have gone by, and time holds just the impressions of a life that I had lived until 17. Even the pen holder which was once stuffed to the brim, making things fall at the slightest move, have lost its liveliness. That is life, with all its bends and turns, yet with an unmistakable charm!!!        

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I had written this many months before, just after I entered college. After going back home during weekends, I saw the pathetic condition of my study table, covered with dust and cobwebs. On seeing that, I came up with this anecdote.