a story......                                        

                                                        And then he began his story .."Once upon a time, 5 pens decided to find their destinations. They went to the market desiring for a better future. In a small, dimly lit shop, they sat dreaming for a miracle. In less than 2 days, 2 of them were taken to the King's palace , where they were greeted by wealth and prosperity. In a week, the 3rd one was admitted to a court where it was assigned to set rules and regulations. Unlike the other 2, it had a duty and this made it proud. A couple of weeks passed by. One among the last 2 was bought by an accountant who handled business. It rejoiced since it was meant to manage 'money'- The most powerful element on earth. The last one waited patiently for its turn. Hours, days and weeks passed by. The owner of the shop tried his level best to sell it. But none of his tries borne fruit. Months later, when he was sure that no one would turn up for this pen, he handed it over to a poor man who had no house or job. The pen cried lamenting its fate.  But the man, who had no pen till date, started writing stories. And this pen lived a life when other pens just survived...The end" - The writer smiled and told the interviewer, "This is my story".

"But sir"- The interviewer interrupted, " What shall I make out of this?"

The writer frowned, but immediately dangled his eyebrows up and down. With an exhale,he remarked, "What you wish to perceive!"

With this he bid farewell.

As always, words remained secret doorways and he held all the keys.

The interviewer smiled ...That's the thing about people who kept moving, packing and leaving, and always remaining a mystery. You feel phony around them..

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