Question

Autobiography of a study table

Answer 1

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I'm a wooden school desk. I'm very shabby, dirty and broken. My protective cover paint has worn out. I was born 26 years ago when the school was first established. That time I was very new to the school and I shined like honey was dripped on clear glass. Here on me, children of various ages, with various mental and physical abilities imbibed in them, small and big sit on me and attend their classes during school timings. I've got loads of memories in my mind in the last 26 years. Children write on their books keeping them on me. I've seen children cheating during the exams. I've seen children enjoying with their friends, gossiping, laughing, chatting and sharing tiffins with each other sitting on me. I've seen children fighting and arguing with other children. But I feel very painful when some naughty children scratch on my body with their sharp pens and sharpeners. They make me look ugly by spilling paint on me and scribbling on me with crayons and pens. But the caretaker is very kind. When it's night time, when children are not present, he washes me and polishes me, making me well for the children to study on me comfortably.

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