A Note on A Tissue

I found a piece of tissue paper and wrote Good Morning trying to make it look like calligraphy. Kept it on my desk at work, everyday first thing which my eyes found is this little note. It just makes me smile on a stupid thought to keep this tissue paper there but never thought to throw it off. Today the paper flew down and picking it up I went to memory lane.

Since childhood I enjoyed writing with my pen in different fonts. Writing anything, a thought, a saying or may be just a song but with a regular pen not the calligraphy pens. Used to spend time writing anything and then filling the bold part of the alphabet.

While in school I used to create cards this way and give to my friends on their b’day or just to say thanks or may be just like that. I discovered that writing on a tissue paper was more fun, one has to be careful not to tear it and the outcome looked pretty. I started searching for more font. Those days Google was very new and searching new fonts using it was a delight making you feel that whole world is open to be explored. But with time and higher studies this liking got lost somewhere in the universe and could not practice or learn calligraphy any further.

Few days back, was chatting with a friend and she showed me pictures of all the cards I gave her and she also remembered tissue papers I used to write on. She knew I wrote songs but what she loved was the way I wrote and gave to her especially after a fight. I was shocked that she remembered them as I had pushed these somewhere deep inside my memory. She reminded me of my liking and it made me feel guilty that I ditched what I have always liked, I could have learnt and expertise on calligraphy by now but I choose otherwise easily blaming on busy life or so called more important things in life.

As we grow, society have huge impact on the choices we make, it always influence the way we think and what we choose to do with life. Calligraphy, it was always a hobby and not a profession I wanted to live with but it was something I would have known and practiced as an art, as a skill. So I am not thinking about only this but all the things which was left behind for a better tomorrow but somewhere or the other there is a regret not holding them for longer time.

I would like to teach my kids to hold on with the likes and interests along, to make a difference in self. But I can only teach them hoping they do not get influenced with surroundings and myths just like me.