“Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.” – Meg Rosoff
Carving your thoughts on the innocence of the papyrus as you leave behind a scent of your identity, while spilling the lyrics of your mind and the logic of your heart using the digitalis muscles of your hand – writing.
The smell of freshly pressed paper, the roundness of the pen against the smoothness of the thumb, the simple act of uniting the pen and paper – a beatific experience.
Penmanship. Chirography. Literae scriptae.
I remember having to bear with the scorch of having a “bad handwriting”. Looking back, it gives me a good laugh. The journey from having illegible school journals to a an obsession with black coupe de plumes set obstinately between the two margins of a sheet of paper, has been worth it.
It was, perhaps, the exercise of joining the dots in the ‘Cursive Handwriting’ book that makes me relish the act of inscribing – be it colorful flow charts summarizing Rheumatoid Arthiritis and the biological synthesis of melanin, or the words of Khalil Jibran adorning the refrigerator , or even my own ramblings.
It is both a luxury, and a basic necessity ;a luxury because this act that I infuse great pride and joy in, is nothing but a dream for many. And a necessity because it is the oxygen that makes me breathe life and defines my identity.
The tradition of handwritten letters has been overtaken by the speed of e-mails.
The joy of receiving greeting cards has been overshadowed by Facebook posts.
And admist this dying romanticism, the mysticism enveloping the simple act of writing has granted it an astral status that will quench the thirst of many a thirsty.
The relationship of the quill and papyrus is, indeed, a strange one ; understood by only a few, revered by a handful, because in the words of Amy Tan, “Writing is an extreme privilege but it’s also a gift. It’s a gift to yourself and it’s a gift of giving a story to someone.”