lost and found...
There are probably many stories like this around. So I decided to just create my own based on the same theme.
A boy was given a pen as a gift. It was a very beautiful pen. The pen even had his name engraved on it. He thanked the person who gave him this pen and he treasured this pen alot. He loved the pen and used it for everything that required writing to be done. It was comfortable to write in. He was so proud of the pen that he would use no other.
One day while leaving his house for school he put his precious pen in his shorts pocket. He walked from his house to the usual spot after the junction to wait for his fren to pick him and send him to school. It was just like any normal day. However little did he knew that little pen slipped out and dropped in a crevice in his friends car. He nv knew he lost it till he needed it. He looked frantically everywhere for it. He even asked his fren to look for it in his car. But it wasn't found.
The boy was sad. He lost a gift. He lost something that can't be made again no matter how he thinks he can replace it. He couldnt handle the lose. But he had hope. He hoped his fren would find it in his car because he knew that was the last place he had it in his shorts. But on knowing his fren didn't have it, he tried retracing his steps from home to tat spot. But to no avail...
But he knew he had to move on. He looked for a pen tat was the same, but there was none. None could replace the pen. None could replace the way it wrote, the comfort it gave. The boy was distraught.
He wondered how his pen felt. Abandoned or in the hands of another user. It was not the first time he lost this pen. It was somewhat the same situation. He put his pen in his pocket and it dropped out. Only that time it didnt drop into some crevice but got hook on his bag and a few days later he found it there.
This time it was different. It was indeed lost. But in his heart he knew it would come back. It probably was in his friend's car, just that his friend did not search at the right places...
He wondered how'd his pen feel...
In the crevice where it's very unlikely to be spotted, lay his beloved pen. How it felt to be abandoned and left there in a crevice full of dust. It was far from the comfort of being held in his users hand. Whose name it carried and was proud to serve as he delivered effortless lines and comfortable writing. What a sorry state....
Days went by. Both the boy and the pen waited. Somehow the boy came to terms with the lose. He had to move on. So one day he went home with his friend and he decided, if I don't find my pen today, I would go on knowing tat it is now in someones hands and may he be blessed with that pen.
So he sat and looked at the crevice he suspected it to be in. There it was. The pen staring at him, the boy looking in astonishment. He was overjoyed at the find. The pen felt the same too. The smile of the boy looking down at it was enough to give it life. The boy reached in and pulled it out. He held it in his hands and the bond was there once again. He missed the feeling, missed the weight. Straightway he put his beloved pen back into his bag and made sure he'll never lose it again.
This story is based on a true story by the way. A small thing like a pen can be so dispensible. But if it were somethin so precious its another story. I lost a pen last wk and I reli felt bad losing it. But somehow in my mind i knew it was there. I knew i would get it back. But slowly hope dissipated and then today i gave tat held on to that hope and looked. There it was. My beloved pen.
It sucks to lose something...it sucks reli. And ya this past few days i'm reli just counting away...a part of me just wants to forget everything and go. but another just wanna hope and trust....oh wells....once lost but now am found...where do we go from here?
