Page 53 - January 2021: Hustle Mama Magazine

After that day, the shop had become my favorite place to hang-out. He used to sell me the pens always at a discounted price and very often also offered me tea. He had a lot of information about the various types of pens and other writing instruments. Although both of us knew nothing about each other, we had a deep friendship based on a common liking for pens.
At the end of two years, I went home to prepare for my final examinations. After my exams got over, I went to the shop, only to find it shut and locked. I looked about but couldn't find anybody around. Suddenly the cobbler sitting on the footpath called out to me and said that the pen seller had sold his shop and went back to his village. When I asked him what happened, he couldn't give me any exact information but said that there were some accidents and death in the family. I felt very sorry for the man and went back feeling sad.
I had to leave for my home the next day, so I started packing my things. While arranging the books and the stationery items into my suitcase, I found hundreds of pens, all bought from that stationery shop. I took out one of the pens and thought to myself, how an insignificant acquaintance becomes a significant part of your life. I wanted to meet him one last time and thank him for giving me company in the previous two years. I think that the small shop was more dear to me than all my friends.