BIC

Due to the abundant idling time I have, memories seem to creep up to me.

I was 16 when I won that Sheaffer pen for writing an article in Sunday Mail. Believe me, the article was really poorly written.

But it was happily written.

I was very happy at that moment penning down my thoughts.

Years later, I participated in another writing contest.
But I only received the BIC pens as consolation

But you know what?

both the Sheaffer and the BIC pens gave me equal amount of joy.


Oddly, I feel more resonant towards BIC.
I think it's the socioeconomic thing.