My hand speaks......

Often,I speak through my hand. No, I am not talking about any absurdity in me. I am talking about my hand being used by me as a means to communicate.Be it writing, typing or any other form of expression , I use my hand to communicate to the rest of the world.But today, my hand expressed its desire to talk to me...
My hand speaks.....It speaks to me...
"It feels great to be a part of you.Many a time, I have helped you reach your thoughts to others.
In the beginning, you introduced me to the pen by putting it between the fingers and shaking me on a piece of paper. I scribbled.
Later, you taught me to move my fingers in a specific manner, in a definite pattern, I wrote.
I enjoyed it completely. The chariot feels incomplete without a charioteer. The feet feel incomplete without slippers, and do you know, I began to feel incomplete without the pen. It became my instrument. I played on it because of you and whenever you wanted to.I had a style of my own, different from other hands.
But, one day, you excitedly took me to a plank where the letters of the English alphabet,some numbers, similar to the ones I wrote for you, were printed.
You began to tap the fingers on the plank called 'keyboard'.
From then on, I have seldom met my instrument. My charioteeer, the pen.
I do 'type' the similar language, the similar pattern, but I don't have a style of my own. The pen gave me a status. It adorned me. But , today you seldom use me to write.
Instead, you tap me on the keyboard which gives me nothing that belongs only to me.
Today, I have no style of my own, no instrument, and no happiness.
I beg you to return to writing, to unite me with my instrument.
You have moved on with technology and adapted yourself to the new form of communication which is called typing. But something that can reflect you in it is your hand writing and is my handwriting.
Do return.."
True isn't it, How often do we take a pen and write? Maybe certain phone numbers, some names etc. Schools and colleges used to force us to write our notes. But later, we shifted to the computer and its parts to help us communicate to others.
Our style and individuality is reflected in the way we write and not in the way we type.
Today my hand spoke to me and made me realize this. Did yours too?