I never thought I will join this world of new note books. . Always believed in the old fashioned world of paper & pen, there was a strange romance about it, it was something personal something that I could keep to myself, away from all eyes. In a nostalgic moment it was like magic to open an old note book (I mean the paper ones, ) to turn the pages, read through the scribbles, one would immediately be transported to a time so long ago a moment forgotten, an emotion lost somewhere in the past it was so easy to relive by just going through the pencilled words. The faded writing & the crumpled papers had an unique power to retain the memories of the days gone by,….
The new notebooks can never ever evoke the same feeling, it’s all too perfect too plastic ( that’s a material made by ,man I hated in any form and still do) too accurate too smart. It makes my thoughts feel naked, too exposed I am not even confident it can keep them secure for posterity. I wonder if my expressions of today will be there even for me to access after a decade can they still stir me up as do my old fashioned crumpled moth eaten notebooks.
The world is really weird we crave for all that is modern but are so nostalgic of what we have left behind, Should we really be doing that isn’t it the future we should look to ……………………
But even though my life has been taken over by the high tech notebook, with whom I am forced to spend even more time in a day than my husband & child I still love to buy my beloved paper notebooks, They have them nowadays in glossy bright covers, or the ones that have the lemon yellow pages with black lines ( I specially love those, ) transparent covers, with or without dividers, the other day I saw one with a 3D cover……. & Of course the classical Mole skin, that’s still around.
What really pains me is when I see the notebooks that I buy from time to time are a left untouched in a neat pile but my Laptop( the modern notebook) files are increasing , available memory falls short.
Here I am at it again
