autobiography of pen class 11
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I am an old fountain pen now finding my place in a dark corner of a cupboard of my master Sri Rajan, who is no more. I belong to the family of Black Birds'. I was manufactured in England 55 years ago and was shipped to Madras for sale. Messrs Simpsons on the Mount Road, Madras was our wholesale dealer. From there I was sent to 'Pen Corner in Georgetown, Madras. Mr. Rajan, then a young boy of 16 appearing for the matriculation examination, bought me for Rs. 3/-.
I felt happy that I got a new master, a brilliant young lad whom I am going to serve for some years. My color was black and my nib was gold coated with a firm point. My writing was smooth and it was like sailing on calm waters. I preferred Swan' ink, blue or black. It was my master's choice to select the ink. My master first used me to take his matriculation examination. Whether it was due to his hand writing or my beautiful flow I cannot say, but he passed his examination with distinction. That helped me to gain the love of my master who then onwards considered me as a lucky possession. I was always his companion finding my place comfortably in the pocket of his neat shirts. We both developed an inseparable intimacy and he believed that his progress in education and getting a good executive job in government through direct recruitment as a Revenue Divisional Officer was all due to me.
Many pens costlier and more beautiful came his way. But I never lost my place of privilege on their account from my master. They were also used. But for anything important or sacred, I was to be there for my master to write. I enjoyed the privilege of a Royal Queen.
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Hello, everyone, I am a Reynolds pen. Here I am writing my autobiography. I have a white body and a dark blue cap. My ink colour is blue. I am used by everybody for different purposes. I spread the light of knowledge in the entire world.I was made in a factory. I had many friends that looked just like me. One day we were packed and shipped to a stationary shop in New Delhi. A school student bought me and took me to his home. He keeps me in a pen stand. He uses me daily to do his homework.I am a Parker Pen and this is my autobiography. I am a fountain pen and have a black colour body. After being manufactured in the factory, I was sent to a local stationary shop.I was an expensive and branded pen. So, people would prefer cheaper pens over me. Slowly, all my friends found their new owners. But I was there lying in the shelf useless. One fine day, a young boy came to visit the shop. He looked at a variety of pens and finally chose me. I was a bit surprised as he was too young to use a fountain pen. He told the shopkeeper to wrap me in a gifting paper. It wasall dark inside. I was very anxious about what will happen next.The young boy reached his home and gifted me to his elder sister. His elder sister was a poet and writer. She was very delighted to possess me. She always used to write her poems and short stories. She also writes a diary using me. I feel very good when she uses me to pen down her emotions. She is a very good writer. I am glad to be a part of her success.
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