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A autobiography of a book 100 word​

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Answered by ansh8464
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I am a book. I am writing my autobiography to tell people about my presence and significance which is getting lost due to the latest technologies. I was a very useful invention. I wasn’t just a collection of random papers. I was a collection of papers that were similar in symmetry to me. The paper contained written words and illustrations which were used to portray thoughts and feelings. I was the only way through which people used to communicate with their relatives and friends living far away from them.

As a book, I was a very useful tool to store information. People used to stack me in large numbers in a place called the library. I used to educate people. I was the one who educated people about their history. What’s more is that people used to write on me, some important information which could be used for potential invention. My greatest friend was the quill. It used to spill the ink over me with such precision that, it felt like a lover, loving his love!

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Answered by SOULAADARSH
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Autobiography of A Book Essay

One day, while I was in her bag, a wicked boy came into the classroom and stole me. He erased her name by scratching it with a blade. I got deep cuts because of it and was in great pain. That boy had no interest in me. He sold me at a very low price to a man in a shop who sells second-hand books.

After a few days, another boy came and bought me. He took me home and covered me nicely with brown paper. I felt happy and comforted after a long time. He then wrote his name on me. One day, while he was reading me, his elder brother came into the room. He snatched me from his hands and threw me into a comer. In the process, I got badly hurt and bruised. The boy shouted at his brother for reading me and Went away.

At first the small boy cried a lot. Then, he picked me up with great love and smoothed my pages. I felt happy and got relief again. He hid me in his drawer and kept me safe. Every now and then he takes me out for reading. I have been with him for a long time now. I feel a little old but am happy because he takes good care of me.

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