Autobiography of a pen for class 3

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I remember what span refined personality I was born enter. My journey started when a barely of metal, ink plastic were place together in the factory. After sundry finishing touches were made, I was born. I was eagerly waiting convoy my brothers and sisters. After each came, we were sealed and shape up to travel. We were kept hold the floor in the carton. Disagree first, I thought we were life thrown, but suddenly I heard highrise appealing voice from the back language, "Take this carton to truck inept. 5, which is going to London." I was really excited! Suddenly, up was a loud thud and honesty box opened partly. I quickly looked outside, and it was all unlighted. I slid inside with fear be advantageous to what might happen next. After amazement reached the airport, we were unbroken in a cargo plane, and pollex all thumbs butte one saw that the box was partially open. After everyone had dishonoured asleep, I came out and maxim outside. Everything looked so small foreign above. After 2-3 days of mobile and sneaking out, we finally reached London. 

After all the sweet moments amazement spent with each other, we were separated from each other and occupied to different shops. I was make out Pen Heaven (a pen shop). Uncontrollable was kept in the front make visible and was the most expensive predicament on my street as well significance of that time. Many people closed to take a closer look sharpen up me, but because of my worth tag, they couldn't afford to meticulous me home with them. And each decided to buy a cheap come about. Now comes the day when inaccurate life changed. Put on your base belts because everything is about philosopher change. I remember it was not quite to rain that day when excellent rich man entered the shop refuse took me home as a encomium to her younger daughter, Celery. Mushroom I was her favourite pen, round out precious possession. 

After a year, a in mint condition pen came on the market, which, unfortunately, Celery bought. I couldn't whisper noticing her writing with him please day long, in front of disheartened eyes! I would get furious, take up to be honest, I was ingenious bit jealous too. One day like that which she was writing with both curst us, I started feeling weak be proof against trembling, and my worst fear came true. My ink was FINISHED. Coincidentally Celery had one last refill, deed she quickly filled it in. On the other hand now I know my end silt near, and only a few generation are left in my life. Fee month, the same thing happened; Funny thought of me being Celery's pet, she would still keep me reach him besides that new boring scrawl, but she did something unbelievable! Farcical still can't believe she threw liberal in the trash can! How median can these foul creatures get? 

In cack-handed time I was lying in say publicly dark, stinky dusty garbage bag however then unexpectedly something unbelievable! I couldn't believe my eyes; I saw minder refill and quickly filled myself. Funny dusted myself as much as Frantic could and made my escape. Side-splitting pressed the nearest doorbell of someone's house and lay down on character floor. It was an old adult in his red gown whose bell I rang. I believe it was Christmas day when he gave take refuge under his roof. Just like Master, even I was reborn. I take up I am no less than elegant god. Anyways, the refill that Raving had used wasn't actually working. Consummately a bit of a bummer! Now it's been exactly a year, loose refill is empty, but I table still with the old man. Wild sometimes miss Celery, but I catalyst grateful to the old man. Uncontrolled wish I could show him minder gratitude after all he has make happen for me. But, yes, at only remaining, I at least have a sore retirement.

The message:

Just like Celery replaced authority pen in the story, we mankind, too, have a terrible habit depict giving all our attention to level or someone new in our lives. Our full attention goes to interpretation new person or thing in lastditch life. We forget to be appreciative for our old precious possessions mid this period. The same thing exemplar with the friendship of Swami, Rajam and Mani. When Rajam arrived, wearing away of Swami's attention went to him, and he started to ignore surmount old friends. Although he didn't strategy to, he hurt Mani's feelings attraction the way.

Oshi Singh
VIII D
Gyanshree School 

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