" What A Pencil Has Got To SAY"
The embankment of my journey starts when I am held by soft, little, tender fingers to scribble around. Initially, the importance of my well-being is not understood by the naive soul. Gradually learning how to walk, one makes me the first mode to express one's mind.
Passing through the different phase of life, a juvenile tend to know how imperative I am.
The distinct attribute of mine is considered advantageous. Once written by me, can be obliterated, enabling the user to express without confining.
Longevity of my existence is varied. Being sharpened rapidly, I soon reach my extinction.
Either, with the affection of my amateur users, I am beautifully placed in stationary boxes or zipped within pouches by professional, allowing my life to infinity.
By Neha Garg