Write an autobiography of a broken bicycle.
Ans. Autobiography of a broken bicycle
I am a broken bicycle now. I live in a dark storehouse out of sight of men. But once I was chosen out among many by a boy from a cycle store. The boy was Anish who came with his mother and took me with them. He loved and took care of me very much. He loved to go to tuition and school with me. He always kept me smart and handsome.
But one day when he was returning from tuition a serious accident occurred. Anish was severely injured. My front wheel was broken and many parts were heavily damaged. From them, his mother forbade him to touch me and I was kept aside in a storehouse. I become rusty. I am draped with a layer of dust. I am very unhappy now.