There’s a kind of magic that hits me every time I step into a stationery shop. You know the kind – the vibrant rows of pens, crayons, erasers, and every delightful little thing in between. It’s a love that goes beyond practicality, a pure joy that sparks a childlike excitement in my 23-year-old heart. And yes, even after completing my post-graduation, this love has not dimmed one bit.

I still find myself giddy with the excitement over the smallest things— like a cute pencil with a cartoon topper, a fancy eraser shaped like a fruit, or even a 5-rupee pen. When I spot a stationery shop, something lights up inside me spontaneously, like I'm six years old again. The bright colors, the smooth textures, and the endless possibilities these items hold—take me back to simpler times, when happiness was found in a fresh box of crayons or a brand-new sharpener.

Just recently, I stumbled upon a post that introduced me to the term esthiophile. It describes people like me, who find immense joy in beautiful, small things. Reading it felt like finding a long-lost piece of my soul. How perfect, I thought, that there’s a word for this endless love I’ve carried for years.

I remember when I got my hands on the Shaka Laka Boom Boom pencil—a relic from childhood, but something that still sends a thrill down my spine. The innocence, the imagination, the belief that magic existed in those few inches of wood and lead—I carried all of that with me. Even today, when I pick up a new pen, I feel the same bubbling happiness in my chest. It’s as if these little objects are time capsules, holding all the joy, creativity, and wonder from my younger days.

But it's not just nostalgia. There’s something inherently calming about owning stationery, about holding a piece of blank paper and imagining the possibilities. It’s the small things that anchor us in a world that often feels overwhelming. A smooth gel pen, a pristine notebook—they remind me that simplicity can still spark the deepest kind of happiness.

For those like me, these aren’t just things—they’re treasures. So what if I dance a little when I see a shop brimming with colorful stationery? I know that these small joys remind me to hold onto the wonder that the world still offers, in the most unexpected places.

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