autobiography of a candle
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The worker was very poor and I felt really sorry for the poor fellow. The day I was born, he quietly kept me inside the small dark pocket in his shirt. Actually, he wanted to take me to his home to light up his small house.
That very day, the owner of the factory was to come and check the progress of the work. I was having a quiet nap in my master’s pocket and had just begun to enter into a sweet dream when I woke with a start due to a sudden vibration. I peeped through my master’s pocket to see what the matter was. I came to learn that the owner of the factory had just arrived and my master actually stood up in respect. The factory-owner was a big beefy man. He had hardly any neck but had a large moustache to make up for it. He asked all the workers to sit down and to continue with their work. Kneeling down, my master continued with his work of making candles.
The factory-owner, after having a walk round the whole factory, at last, came to my master. As my master was kneeling down and working, I knew that I would be falling out of his pocket before long. If the factory-owner saw me and found out that my master had stolen me, my master would be in trouble. I was very afraid. The fat factory-owner was observing my master’s work keenly when I fell out of his pocket. My master was shaking all over and stood up timidly.
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I resemble a tiny candle. In a sizable candle factory, I was born. Together with a large number of brothers and sisters, I was born on this lovely planet. To create us, a factory employee toiled all day. I adored the worker, and he made me with the finest tenderness.
The worker was in such poor health, and I felt terrible sympathy for him. He secretly kept me in the little, dark pocket in his shirt on the day I was born. He actually wanted to bring me to his place so I could light up his compact dwelling.
The factory owner was scheduled to visit that day to see how the work was coming along. I was taking a peaceful snooze in my master's pocket and was just starting to drift off into a lovely dream when I awoke suddenly from a vibration. I looked inside my master's pocket to find out what was wrong. I later discovered that my master had actually stood up in courtesy when the factory's owner arrived. The factory's owner was a tall, muscular man. He had a small neck, but made up for it with a thick moustache. He instructed everyone to take a seat and carry on with their tasks. My master knelt down and continued with his candle making process.
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