Jadoo Ki Chhadi

One of my college friends, Garima, gifted me a pencil today, out of the blue. It’s black, hexagonal, with an eraser stuck at the end–a rare kind of pencil. The ones we used in school (and still do now) never had them, all those Apsaras and Natarajs and Faber-Castells and Camlins. * I’ve been reading the Inkheart trilogy by Cornelia Funke (currently on book 2, Inkspell) and it’s making me want to write fiction again. I want to scribble words on loose sheets of paper, describe the beautiful places I keep imagining in my head (although I do it far less than I used to). * I keep thinking of a pencil as a magic wand, a jadoo ki chhadi. It feels so good in my hand. What shall I write with it?