Essay on an autobiography of an old bench
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Today,
I am an old broken bench lying abandoned in a corner of the school storeroom.
However, this was not how I used to be. Way back in 1980, I was a new bench and
was in the first row of the fifth standard classroom. Children fought among
themselves to sit on me. As the years passed, students started treating me like
the other benches in their class. Some of them wrote on me while some others
even scratched on me using a blade or a compass, which made me very dirty. One
particular group of students was very naughty and kept jumping on me. This is
how I ended up getting broken and was moved to where I am right now.
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I think it should be bit long as it has to be a essay and not a paragraph
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In the year 1994, I was made with numerous other of my partners. When we were all ready for use, we were kept in a store holding up to be disposed of as arid when the demand for us would come.
Those days were of good company as, we were all together, and saw each other. I recollect how now and again we even touched each other's hearts and felt profoundly for each other.
We were given over in the sequence of our places in the store, the cutting edges being surrendered sometime recently, while the rest proceeded with their sit tight for the following client.
I frequently long to meet my companions and compare notes with them, be that as it may, I understand this would not be conceivable, as every one of us has diverse zones of performing. I now and then do feel that my circle of companionship has expanded complex, and I don't generally get exhausted without the company of my other bench companions, as, I have created numerous fellowships with individuals.
I understand that human companions are likewise not by any really a bad company, they keep me perfectly healthy, and rouse me to have a long life to serve the sea of humanity.
Those days were of good company as, we were all together, and saw each other. I recollect how now and again we even touched each other's hearts and felt profoundly for each other.
We were given over in the sequence of our places in the store, the cutting edges being surrendered sometime recently, while the rest proceeded with their sit tight for the following client.
I frequently long to meet my companions and compare notes with them, be that as it may, I understand this would not be conceivable, as every one of us has diverse zones of performing. I now and then do feel that my circle of companionship has expanded complex, and I don't generally get exhausted without the company of my other bench companions, as, I have created numerous fellowships with individuals.
I understand that human companions are likewise not by any really a bad company, they keep me perfectly healthy, and rouse me to have a long life to serve the sea of humanity.
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