Autobiography of an old book in 1500 words
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There was a time when people looked towards me for medicinal purposes. Then there came a time when they looked at me for knowledge. Now, of course, I am an old book, collecting dust in a corner shelf of the library in Town Hall.
Lying on this shelf, I sometimes recall those good old days when I was an eucalyptus tree providing medicinal eucalyptus oil. Those were my happy days. Then one day, some burly men came with a mechanical saw and cut my happy days. They handled me roughly, gave me a bumpy ride in a beat up truck and then flattened me into sheets of paper.
I was sent to the printing press. From there I came out as a hardbound book ready for sale. Call it my luck. I was bought to be placed in this library and during the decades that followed, many people borrowed me and read me. Some of them penciled on me and some dog-eared me. Whatever. At least, they all used me to enhance their knowledge.
Now, of course, nobody picks me up anymore. For that matter nobody comes to this library. Some of the books stacked near me, talk in whispers about e-books. The moment I hear that word, I can feel the goose bumps rise all over me. Wonder what will happen to us all books in this library.
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pls make it as brainelist ♥️♥️♥️