Lost my Pen, again.

Have you lost a pen, lately? My pen just before I could give myself the satisfaction of completing it fully gets lost every time. Ugh! why?

So, here it goes. I have lost a pen daily in the last week. They disappear somehow into the blue and I haven’t been able to find them.

The fun part is I think I know where they are, i.e., right under my bed because that’s the only place I haven’t cared to look at even though I know the chances of finding them are pretty high there. Instead, I choose to go to the other room, open the cupboard, search for the pen box and eventually get a new pen. I have no idea why but the act of getting under the bed and peeping inside with the help of the torch-light looks more fatiguing to me compared to going to the other room. That is how I move from using one pen to another without giving myself the satisfaction of finishing the prior one. Meanwhile, in my free time, thinking “Gaya kaha yar vo.. itna sahi chalta tha”

I don’t know but this is I guess my little story, kind of a low-key Alchemist tale (If you have read Alchemist, you know what I am talking of). But ain’t it true, sometimes the easiest place, the one that always resides in your subconscious mind and which at times, also pays little visits to your conscious mind occasionally, is the right place and still, you always want to travel the extra mile only to come back later. Just because turning on the torchlight and digging inside deeper looks very tough an act. I know I am eventually going to bend down and get all the pens out of under my bed once my pen box gets empty. But till then, I will very enthusiastically keep going to the cupboard to get a new one every time I lose one.