My Pencil...

When I think about my first day at school, I get an image of a tiny, plumpy little kid, Shivering, Shaking and who seems to be lost in a huge campus which seemed to be a new world altogeter. As I stepped into the classroom, I introduced myself in a stuttering voice and broken sentences. Then when my teacher asked all of us to write A,B,C,D ..... Z, my hands started shaking as if I had parkinson. I put my hand inside my new glossy school bag and the first thing I grabbed was a brand new fully sharpened pencil. Believe me, I held on to it so tightly, as if I was holding onto a close friend and, I stopped shaking. It was the first friend I ever made, My pencil. It taught me, how to write my first words,as if a blind man would see the world through his friend's eyes. Over the years me and my pencil became the closest friend's ever!
                 I would roam around the whole day with my pencil in my shirt pocket, with just the tip popping out. When I would go back home, we would do my homework together, just like any other good friend it helped me too, just in a way no one else could. I would cling on to it even if I did'nt get my answers right, and eventually I would write it with My Pencil. Every day before going to bed, I would say goodnight to it, by sharpening it as if I was dressing up my younger brother to go to sleep and then make him lie down in its bed, which was ofcourse the pencil box!
                 As time passed.... I started drifting apart from my first true friend, My Pencil; As we were ordered by our teachers to start using pens. As I went on with my journey, My Pencil was always there for me waiting in the pencil box. But i seemed to have kept forgetting it's existence. And lost any memory of the good times that we shared together. It was just the last weekend, during a pleasant evening, I was sad and alone and my hand were shivering of nervousness! And just then I saw something...... My Pencil! It was mystical! It seemed as if it was walking beside me all throughout, all these years. I held onto it so tight, as if I was holding onto it as I would to my closest friend, and I was back to square one ; I stopped shivering, my pain seemed to have just vanished. I found my true friend and myself all over again, even though he was always there, walking right beside me, in the bad times and good, selflessly, to help me complete my journey.