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An autobiography of a bicycle ​

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Answered by sandeepsrinivas681
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The Autobiography of a Bicycle

I am a hercules bicycle. I was assembled in a factory in Jurong and was finally delivered to a small bicycle-shop in the city. I was the centre of attraction in that shop. None of the other bicycles there had my sleek body, my sophisticated lights or my Dunlop tyres. The shopkeeper was so proud of me that he polished me all the time. One day, a man walked into the shop with his teen-age soon. The minute the boy saw me, he refused to part from me. The father had no choice but to buy me. I hoped that the boy would take good care of me, but I was terribly disappointed. The boy not only handled me roughly, he also lent me to his sister. She was just learning to cycle and so she fell many times, scraping off my expensive paint. Excited at having his own bicycle, the boy rode me kilometre after kilometre, often over dirty tracks. He never bothered to wash me and slowly, my beautiful body became caked with dirt. The boy left me out in the rain, too. Soon, rust began to set in all over me. My shopkeeper would be shocked to see me now. I am all dirty and rusty. How I wish I had not been so beautiful before. The boy would not have noticed me then and perhaps I would have found myself a kinder owner. Right now, I stand miserably outside the boy's house, wondering what the future has in store for me.

Answered by Keziap9
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I am a bicycle. My life is really a bane. I was a successful invention at the start. I eased the problem of travelling from one place to another. When I was invented, people were awestruck and shocked. They were amazed to see my effectiveness. I really loved it that time.

People used to see me through the eyes of desire. People aspired to have me. Then as time progressed, more people started using me. I became a necessity for people. Everyone, from poor to rich, had me in their yards. Bicycles really enjoyed this monopoly.

As the time further progressed, some human invented an automotive, the locomotive machine which would ease the efforts of humans while using me. The invention soon came to light and people completely forgot about me. They got astonished to see a machine which would drive them to places without any effort of paddling! I hated that metallic chunk of the machine! It completely took the limelight away from me.

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