Essay
My Pen
It is a pen. It is my pen. Its color is blue. It has a nib. It has a cover. It is a beautiful pen. It is a good pen. I write with it. I have it in my bag. I love my pen.
It is a ballpoint pen and it writes using ink, red color, the body is made of plastic. Its price is thirty rupees, it writes very smoothly and bought from a stationery store.
I'll keep it in my pencil case. I'm doing my homework on it. My father writes letters with my pen. My mother writes daily shopping accounts with him. I clean it daily. It's my favourite pen. I like it very much.
The pen writes happiness and sadness, birth and death, victory and truth and falsehood. There's no substitute for pen-like fingers. The keyboard ad mouse couldn't beat it. He challenged them by going digital. It is more traditional in hand than any other writing instrument. A story, a poem, a biography, discoveries, songs, experiments, theses, research papers, etc. are creatures like a pen. Interpersonal relations, diplomacy of countries, land records are still concluded with a pen.