And whatever they call it.
One day a child was given a pen to write. He loved the pen and started keeping it with himself all the while. Slowly he started getting possessive about the pen. Unfortunately one day the pen ran off its ink. At first the boy was very sad, but as life goes on he got a new pen and started moving on. Although he was now busy with his business and a different pen, he never forgot the feeling of using that special pen. He would try to match every pen with that one and could fine a second in none. After years today he came across that special thing once again. His feelings are ecstatic and smile broadest. All he wants is to have it with himself. How would he get it back and this time may be forever...

