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One fine morning about three years ago ,I was given finishing touches by the workmen in the Bata shoe company and packed in a box ready to be transported to a Bata showroom in Mumbai.
We were loaded in a truck by the workers and we soon left for our new destination. Enjoy the lovely Scenic beauty and I did not know when I fell asleep. When I woke up , I found that the truck was passing by the Gateway of the India .After about 2 hours we reached the showroom. We were unloaded, and after dusting me, the salesman placed me in the window of the showroom. I was so attractive that will enhance of my reaching Mumbai, I was sold to reach Industrialist .From the showroom , I travel to his house in the Mercedes. There was a world of difference between a journey in the bone- braking truck and the luxurious Mercedes. I made friends in the palatial house of the industrialist. I saw the Leaning Tower of Pisa , the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty, when I went on business trips aboard with my master.
My days passing comfortably and I consider myself to be one of the happiest show of the world when one night someone quietly entered my Masters bedroom it took me no time to recognise that the person was none but his nephew he took out a revolver and aimed at at him I frantically cried for help and I wanted to wake him but nobody could understand my language a short range of there were blood stains all over my face the blood of my nephew escaped under the cover of Darkness.
next morning the groups of mourners
I could sport the murder but was helpless because of lack of communication I was the mute eyewitness to that Gory crime. till today the blood stains on my face I am lying on the shoes I feel lonely since nobody visits this room after my Master's death.