When I was in my first grade and had to improve my handwriting using those cursive writing practise books that my school had issued, I used to toil away at getting my As and Bs correct. (It is a different matter altogether that I have to worry about my Ps and Qs now) I would look at my parents’ handwriting, my grandpa’s handwriting, and used to fancy my handwriting over theirs. I mentally vowed never to change my handwriting, no matter what happened. I vowed to keep my handwriting as beautiful as it was.
Time passed, I switched grades.. and I still managed to hold on to my extra cursive handwriting that took me ages to complete an assignment or an exam paper. School got over, I hopped to college. I still clung on to my handwriting, refusing to part with it even for the lengthy Board exam papers.
I tried to hold on.. hold on.. but alas, the time came when I had to choose efficiency over beauty and style and that’s when I traded in my handwriting for a faster and neater version of it. Faster and neater, but not beautiful. Tidy? Yes. But not beautiful. Now I have a spanking new handwriting and style that allows me to write as fast as anybody. But I miss that old handwriting, I miss that time. I miss it.