Question

An Autobiography about a broken pen

Answer 1

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I am a fountain pen and today I am writing my autobiography. I was born at a pen factory a few years ago. My outer body is golden in colour. I was displayed at a pen shop; so I could watch all the people passing by. Several people also had a glance to have a look at me. In the meantime, I was purchased by a famous writer from the market and I am still staying with him. I am the favourite pen of the writer. The writer finds pleasure in writing with me. I do my best to help him finish his task on time. I am very fond of my master. He always take care that my beautiful body do not get scratched. The writer gets so much money and fame as I help him to write with. His thoughts and ideas are expressed in words and then recorded through me. This is how I try to spread human knowledge from one generation to another. Thus culture and literature of human civilization are so much dependent on us. We have great power to change the human mind and heart. It therefore, very rightly said,"THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD."


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Answer 2

Good morning dude here's your answer:
A autobiography of a pen:
I'm a old fountain pen now finding a place in a dark corner of my cupboard, of my second owner Mr. Rajesh Ranjan. I was his luckiest pen when I was not broken, he always use to keep me in my pockets, but once I fell down from his pocket as he was in hurry. After being broken he kept me on a corner of cupboard's drawer saying that "I have to repair it as fast as I can" and left.
After that, at least 20 days had gone, as the days passed the load of papers on me increased, but one day I heard someone taking about me, and that was Mr. Rajesh's daughter Anshu she was asking her father about his luckiest pen(me) that, father where had you kept it, than he said oooh! I forgeted about that pen, and he overed his conversation with her daughter then he and her daughter came to the cupboard and opened the drawer and brought me out from the drawer. When he took me in my hands his daughter snatched the pen from his hands and started fixing me.
But his father took me away from her hands and hold her ✋ and walked away, with me saying her daughter that 'come-on now we'll go to the shop' he hadn't completed and his daughter asked that - why!! Then he told that "for repairing this pen. When they reached the shop the shopkeeper told them that it can't be repaired now. ☹️