It’s been years since I wrote in a notebook. And I had forgotten the sheer happiness that it brings.
Doesn’t matter what I write – I might never read those pages again (and might not be able to even if I wanted to, owing to my horrible handwriting) – but the very fact that I write, as opposed to typing away to glory, makes it special.
When the pen touches the paper and starts dancing to the tune of my mind, it feels wonderful. And I am so happy to be doing it again after all these years.