The Lone Writer
Memories, Speaks_Vladimir Nabokov
_Chalk, Ardoise*, Violet Ink, Fountain Pens, Pencils, stained fingers, Falaqat*, and the like…
"The more I read, the more I am itching with words for writing, " _G. Flaubert“You must learn some of my philosophy. Think of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.” _Jane Austen
Then, it was unthinkable for me, of such thing to be on affair with writing; a would be-writer, some forty years ago. Because, it was an affair.
Ardoise noun ar·doise \ärˈdwäz\ : A slate, a stone cut, of a grayish purple that is stronger than telegraph blue, bluer and deeper than mauve gray, and bluer and paler than average rose mauve, used for handwriting with a piece of chalk, for initiating children in Pre-k,in those golden years
The first time when I started doodling Arabic calligraphy with a piece chalk on a slate; it didn’t occur to me then, nor having the slightest thought to be one day a writer, rather I was in awe before the white chalk handwritings on a blackboard, that I rewrote meticulously on my slate tablet, at first, then on a double-ruled lines handbook, later on, like any other kid on my age, a longtime ago, at the madrassa of the small village, where I spent the precious years of my childhood.