Every month or so, cleaning up four fountain pens and filling them up with different colored inks. If you threw a writing pad at me at that moment, I would probably sit down and write a letter immediately – to nobody in particular… just to get that incredible feeling of the metal nib brushing against that fine paper.

Sharmila is usually scared to death that I will spill some ink and permanently destroy her marble top in the kitchen island. Especially with that glass of cocktail within an easy reach!

Admittedly, there is some satisfaction in that too 🙂 🙂