Calibri reminds me of Ma. What you see is what you get. Sans fuss.

caricatures trying to undoodle mid-life crises

She can make the serif seem a tad too lugubrious. And can effortlessly raise the bar a point or two without sounding overtly formal (gosh, you can almost hear the corsets bursting in rebellion).

blank notebook
I drum up
cloud talk 

Coming to think of it, Calibri is whom I go to, default. She’s replaced the mater just with her prosaic diligence. After all, all you want at the end of a page is consistency in the way life’s musings are laid out.

silent film no words yet from the two-year-old

Shobhana Kumar