Inky Oceans

A pen is the most important instrument for any writer .

It's like a frying pan for a chef or a sickle for a farmer.

It was first introduced to me when I was a little toddler, where I scribbled random lines and figures on any bit of paper my puny little hands could get hold off (sometimes even on the walls or that day's newspaper, much to the dismay of my mother) .As the years passed by, my grip on the pen improved and my writing's as well. The ink flowed down through the re-fill like a river making its way through hills and terrains into mighty seas and oceans. Soon I was able to create many such rivers and create various oceans. The hills and terrains which were obstacles in my path slowly turned into tiny humps and pot-holes where I would be stuck sometimes. But a slight jerk of the pen or rather my head the river would continue to flow again. Hopefully by the end of this journey I wish to create an ocean of my writings.