The Lost Pen

May 07, 2010

The boy was crying silently. He did not want anyone to sense that he was crying. But his father noticed him sitting in one corner of the house. When he realised that the boy was weeping, he asked why he was crying. The boy replied: "I lost my pen."

Father smiled and patted his back: "No worries. I will get a brand new one."

"No, I do not want a new pen. I liked the old one very much. And I know that I am not going to get it back ever."

"What happened to your pen?"

"My teacher took it, for writing some emergency notes during the class time. She forgot to give it back." The boy said: "When I went to the staff room later and asked her my pen, she said, she forgot where she had put it after her use and she gave me a new pen. And... And I know that I will never see my old pen."

"Well, son, I do not think your old pen was costly. It was an ordinary pen that I bought you, wasn't it? Let me see the pen that your teacher gave you. Oh, it's a very good one. OK. If you are not happy with it, I will get you one of the very same type you lost. Is that OK?"- Father looked the boy in his eyes.

"I do not want a new pen, Papa." The boy said. "I am all right now. Just all right." He stood up and walked outside trying to smile to his father. But his face was still clouded and gloomy.

This can be elicited as an instance of pansexuality: the affection towards even the nonliving things in our lives. The boy loved his pen. And his tears were out of love for that old pen. He cried silently hoping no one could see him. For, it is such a feeling that finds hard for itself to be expressed in cognitive terms with the understanding of such people like his father; the ordinary. Even if, it is a pen, true love is always inexplicable. For, the very moment you try to word it, it fills the voids that are necessary to make your sentences and expressions meaningful. True love never respects void. I have one more story to tell you dear reader, about pan sexuality. One of the recent experiences in my life. You can read it in the next post.

[To be continued...]