Essay on autobiography of a torn book in english
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I was once a new book with crisp white pages. My first
owner took good care of me and I was very happy. Unfortunately, she had no use
for me once he passed his exams. So, he lent me to one of his juniors in class
so that she would not have to buy a new book.
I expected to be happy with the new owner as she was my original owner’s friend. Alas, I was mistaken. In the first couple of months itself, I had a lot of dog ears. It did not stop with that. The girl handled me roughly and was not at all gentle while turning my pages. My thin sheets began to tear and come off the book. She also scribbled all over me with her pen. All in all, I was in complete tatters by the time she finished with me. I longed to get back to my first owner in whose hands I felt safe and needed.
I expected to be happy with the new owner as she was my original owner’s friend. Alas, I was mistaken. In the first couple of months itself, I had a lot of dog ears. It did not stop with that. The girl handled me roughly and was not at all gentle while turning my pages. My thin sheets began to tear and come off the book. She also scribbled all over me with her pen. All in all, I was in complete tatters by the time she finished with me. I longed to get back to my first owner in whose hands I felt safe and needed.
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