Autobiography of the broken bicycle in 1500 word
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I AM BROKEN BICYCLE.I WAS MADE BY A SMALL KID OF 14 YEARS NAMED ROHIT. HE LIKE TO RIDE ON ME .I AM USED TO GO WITH HIM SCHOOL AND TUTION AND TO PLAYGROUND DAILY. HE WAS VERY HAPPY THAT HE HAD MADE A NEW BICYCLE OF RED COLOUR AND THAT IS ME.HE GAVE A NAME TO ME AND THAT IS RED ROCKET. BECAUSE HE USED TO RIDE ME FAST. WHEN HE IS JUST OF 14 YEARS I AM WITH HIM ALWAYS . BUT WHEN HE BECOMES 18 YEARS I AM BROKEN IN ACCIDENT . ONE DAY AS USUAL ROHIT IS RIDING ON ME IN EARLY MORNING HE WAS GOING TO PLAYGROUND FOR PLAYING CRICKET . HE PARKED ME IN GROUND AND GONE FOR PLAYING AT THAT TIME I WAS LISTNING THE SOUNDS OF TREES ANS BIRDS . I AM FEELING THE FRESH AIR AND ALSO WATCHING ROHIT AS HE IS PLAYING CRICKET. I LIKED THIS ALL BUT AT TIME SUDDENLY ONE BIKER CAME THERE AND UNFORTUNATELY HE RIDE HIS BIKE ON ME AND I WAS COMPLETELY BROKEN .ROHIT DON'T KNOWS THIS .WHEN CAME AGAIN TO ME AND SAW ME IN THIS CONDITION HE IS ALSO SHOCKED AND CRIED A LOT FOR ME. HE TOOK ME HOME BROKEN AND HE TRIED TO FIX ME AS I WAS USED TO BE HIS FAVOURITE BICYCLE. BUT HE WAS FAILED TO FIX ME AFTER THAT HE TOOK ME TO OTHER BICYCLE REPAIRERS . IF THEY CAN FIX ME BUT THEY SAID NOW THIS BICYCLE IS USELESS YOU SHOULD TAKE A NEW ONE. I BECOMES SAD BECAUSE NOW I AM USELESS AND I CAN NEVER HELP ROHIT A I WAS BROKEN. AT LAST ROHIT ALSO AGREED AND DECIDED TO TAKE NEW BICYCLE AND I LEFT BROKEN AND MY LIFE ENDS HERE ONLY.
Autobiography of the broken bicycle-
My life is stabilized behind the stairs. I used to be John's traveling partner when he was 5 years old. His father gifted me on his 4th birthday. He used to ride me every time. His elder brother Jackson taught him to ride me. I used to travel with him to different places, especially to the children's park.
I am a broken bicycle and my life has probably come to an end. John has replaced me with a new bicycle that is taller than me. He rides it every time now and has completely forgotten me. I am covered with dust and probably they will sell me out to the vendors. My basket in the front has already broken and the bell does not ring anymore.
I tried to stand strong beside John but one time when we fell into that pothole, my basket broke and John injured himself. That was the last time we went out together.
I will always cherish those moments. Those were the best time of my short life.