So, do I write about me, the writer or about the writing desk ? As things stand now, it would be easier to write about the damn desk. I have been so many things, and so many people in my short 42 years of life that writing about me becomes a hopelessly confusing task. Which one of ‘me’ do I pick this time to describe ? Do any one of these personas interesting enough, attention-worthy enough ?
I write in Hindi and English. I try to remember the Urdu and Sanskrit I knew , once upon a time. I write poetry, or used to. I write opinions, I write informative pieces, I write fiction.
As I said, would be easy to write about the damn desk.
The Fiber Optic Quill 
yes, it might be easier to write about the desk but it would not be the least bit as interesting as reading about you 🙂
In any case the desk has been requisitioned by the younger generation for the ‘school project purposes.’