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Focus: In the Memory Lane with Grandfather’s Pen and Ink


Memories inked with longing, study’s sanctuary revealed—Monika’s poem whispers through Parker pen and Chelpark ink—exclusively for Different Truths.

In the study’s hallowed chamber, memories unfold.
a Parker pen and Chelpark ink, tales to be retold.
Grandfather's legacy, in silver and in blue,
Ink-stained whispers, a fragrant residue.
 
The pen, a silver sentinel of bygone days,
Wields stories in cursive, a timeless ballet.
Chelpark ink, a potion of azure hue,
unveils scents that time can't subdue.
 
Dipping into history, the pen takes flight.
A dance on parchment, weaving the night.
A redolent journey, through letters and lines,
With ink and memories, the past is enshrined.
 
The fragrance lingers in the air's embrace.
Aromatic echoes, a nostalgic grace.
Grandfather's pen, a conduit through time,
Chelpark ink's redolence, a poetic rhyme.


Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Monika Ajay Kaul
Born in the breathtakingly beautiful vale of Kashmir, Monika had her schooling there. A postgraduate in Business Management, an academician by profession, she is an art history enthusiast, writes poetry, short stories and paints. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies. Giving wings to her imagination through beautiful colours and words, she sings and has a following on YouTube.

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