All creatures in this spurious case are factitious. All resemblance to living or non-living things, big or small, long or round, wide or narrow is purely incidental. And for all those curious eyes, No! It’s not a remake of Benjamin Button’s case. :biggrin2: Well, this is how the case runs as it pleases the nut case (yours truly) ))) It’s about Pencilla, the protagonist of this case and her childhood friends, Rubbert, Penny, Scaley and Sharpenerin’s role in her life. She was a phantom of delight, a divine beauty her friends said. Beautiful face, sharp features, tall, slim and all that facts n figures you may add. She and her friends had a whale of time together, fought like snakes and cuddled like cats too. Happy times rolled on.. As years passed on, her valiant attempts to stay tall, slim and beautiful were becoming futile. Age was catching up and she was losing her in bits and pieces with time. She was becoming dreadful of the day she might go beyond recognition to lose her name and fame once for all. Hearing her anxiety, her friends, Rubbert, Penny, Scaley and Sharpenerin write a note to her. Rubbert – Hey slimcilla!...OK… OK… Pencilla, look at me! Fair n chubby little boy I was. Those who admired my pearl whitish complexion are the ones who ridicule me now. I went smokey grey rubbing all the wrong ones. You know how it really aches? People catch my throat and show all their anger, buffing my face on the paper wall. I had to take all the aberrations and black marks on my face. What will happen if I start worrying that my skin gets blemished and tanned? I could weep out aloud or stay happy and contended that I’m giving my friends another chance to correct their mistakes. I chose the latter and see how happy I’m now. The real beauty is inside you, your character. How you look at yourself. Put your chin up and say “Hay, I make my kids draw the sun n moon, create their stars, and touch their sky”….Your’s no-wrong side rubbing friend,- Rubbert- Penny – I’m Refill’ano penny here!...Ah yes... I’m very particular about my first name you see; else people get confused with my bro Fountainano penny. You know how much I’m fond of my caps! That makes me the cool dude types, but it’s mostly lost or thrown away making me feel stripped and embarrassed. I put up with all that name and shame. Some days I wail in pain getting bitten and chewed to kill the class room boredom. Ah..wait! Not done yet…I hate writing impositions and essays, but teachers make me write them, pages and pages of it on weekends too. Imagine how exhausted and drained I would be. Yet they try ‘shake..shake your leg’ steps on me to drip the final blots of energy inks trip off my tongue. Phew! Next day a new saline tube is refilled and I live the life of a true refill’ano all over again...yea! I know pencilla, it hurts like hell. Put all those feelings and peelings away. To get the newer you, you have to let your hurtful past go. Only when you renounce the dead woody skin – anger, pride, greedy, jealously, hatred, ignorance and so on..you could let the new layers of love, compassion, faith and wisdom to embrace the you. So lift your hands up and say “I’m beautifully new and I make bold testimonials.” Your pen pal, -Refillano Penny- Scaley – Pencilla! Im the no nonsense types you know… tell you what, I draw my own lines and live on my own rules. You too draw your straight line, write your words, set your own equtions and compose your own mission statement. Never be afraid to extend your line to live your life. Just that line has to fall on the scale of justice between the truth and fairness. You are what you’re, young or old. Don’t let others measure your wins and defeats. You put your feet firm and say “Stop judging me! I’m sharp enough…I can gauge my own performance”. Yours unruly friend, -Scaley- Sharpenerin – Oh dear! Some call me ‘the bully’, ‘the tormentor ‘and what not? They say words chisel out like a razor under my tongue. Hmm..I’ve decided to talk less, do more. But Yes! I’m hard on the ones hard on me… Pencilla, All work, no play, would make you a blunt head. Find some time for yourself, take a break and hone your inner self. If you go blunt of ideas, think of me..I’m here to sharpen your mind, body and spirits. And remember I’m your best friend; I’ll never give up on you. Your smart cookie, -Sharpenerin- Yes! That’s how everything went…her friends kept reminding her the little things she forgets while she busy growing up pleasing others. For few, “beauty is skin deep”, for some “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. In pencilla’s case, I think “her beauty is how she values herself, how pretty her mind reflects her soul, how appealing she thinks she is, with no age defiance”. If the curious you still questions who Pencilla is, Pencilla could be just a pencil or the precious ‘you’ or ‘me’ who get bogged down every now and then trying to live our whole life pleasing others. While all of us play the role of an instrument in the hands of our family, friends, relatives, bosses and colleagues, at times we forget the value we make in their lives. We are too much absorbed in thoughts of what impression we manifested in their minds, rather we appreciating the fulfilment of our actions that our heart craves. Simply put, admire the face value of your worth from your eyes. Enhance your efforts to bring in the ultimate self-satisfaction in what you do. Honor the humble you to be your best judge. There lies the real happiness and beauty. The Pencilla in us needs to know no matter how teeny weeny you may look, you have made an everlasting imprint in the books of life.