An Eulogy to Vintage Typewriters

Being an ardent lover of anything and everything vintage, dilapidated, rusty, and ancient, I keep looking for things and places to go to, explore things that are long forgotten and love to engage with people who are old. I came across Mr Rama, while surfing the internet, looking for typewriters, for no apparent reason. I just wanted to sit beside an old typewriter and hear all the stories that it typed through its entire lifetime. I searched through a lot of articles, and news cuttings and came across this very fine, seventy years young, gentleman, and his workshop cum laboratory cum selling station. I called him, but he didn’t pick up the first time. I dialled back in an hour. He picked up. I remember his bewildered voice when I said I was a typewriter enthusiast and would like to visit his shop. The very next moment, he beamed with joy, asking me to come that very day. I said Yes. When life throws you an opportunity like this, you shouldn’t say No. I was half expecting that there’ll be some old board, or a name of his shop, but there were none. And I missed the spot and went a few blocks ahead. Re-tracing back my steps, and yes, I could see it now. A maverick sitting proudly amidst his typewriters. I waved at him, he waved back. It seemed he was waiting for me.   <a href="https://medium.com/scribe/an-eulogy-to-vintage-typewriters-5bd1effdd1d5">Click Here</a>