autobiography of a broken bicycle I am a bicycle. Now I am broken and useless. I have a glorious past. A company made me and name me the B.S.A. bicycle.They colored me in black and white strips. They sold me a big showroom. There I made many friends. They were motor bikes and another more bicycles. One day a little and cute girl saw me and cried for me. Her mother brought me and took at home on a car. I was very happy. She used me to go school and playground. Her friends and she race among them self. She took care of me. And she always clean me. I am grew old. And my brake fail,my color faded. So, one day her father got her a new bicycle and she took my on a store room. I never forget the moment that I had with her.The past is very beautiful.
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Write an Autobiography of a broken bicycle.
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Autobiography Of A Broken Bicycle.
I am a bicycle who once was the only companion of a school-going kid. I am now broken and counting my last days at a scrapping center.
Before I am shed to pieces, I want to tell my story to everyone.
My name is lady Bird. I was painted in pink color that would attract girls. Of all age groups.
I was transported to a local shop in Lucknow so that somebody can buy me and take me to my forever home.
One day a little girl named Shipra came to the shop to buy a bicycle. She instantly liked me and pursued her parents
to take me home.
Soon Shipra and I became best of friends as we traveled to her school in the day and tuition classes in the evening. We became the best of friends. She took great care of me. Regularly cleaning and oiling my parts. She used to handle me with great care.
A few years later when Shipra was riding on me on her way to her home. We met with a dreadful accident. Fortunately, Shipra was mildly injured thanks to her protective helmet. But I was broken to bits. All my parts separated from each other. Shipra came running towards me and started crying inconsolably looking at my dreadful condition.
She fought her parents to give me for repair but they were adamant to replace. They thought I was at fault.
One day my broken pieces were taken off to a nearby garage where they kept me with other broken cycles.
It's been an amazing journey. I am so happy that I was able to full fill my purpose as a bicycle. Now it's time to bid adieu to the world. I am happy that my parts will be recycled into something useful. I can now die in peace.
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