Question

Imagine yourself to be a book and write an essay about your life.

Answer 1

IMAGINE YOURSELF TO BE A BOOK AND WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT YOUR LIFE

I am a book. The words ‘High School English Grammar and Composition’ are written on my cover in huge letters. Yes, I am a grammar book.

Iwas born many years back in the printing press of a publishing house in Delhi. When I was new, I wore a deep red, glossy cover which has faded over the years and has now become dull.

In the press there were many others. like me with the same look, same content, same shape and size. One day we were all packed in boxes and sent to different book-stores across India. I was sent to a book-store in Connaught Place along with some of my friends. We were kept on one of its book shelves.

One by one my friends left me and then one day the owner changed my place and dumped me in the store room because I was no longer in demand. My place was taken by some sleek, colourful grammar books. They had pictures on their covers like story books. I did not like them. They did not bear the serious look that a
grammar book should have and I was sure that in the days to come they would accompany me in the store room.

I was wrong. The new books were sold off very quickly and some more were ordered. I felt sad. I wanted to cry, but I am not a human being. From that dark store room which resembled a dungeon, I could hear the goingson of the bookstore. With every swing of the main door my heart would leap thinking that someone would take me home and use me. I began to give up hope and resigned myself to despair when one day the main door of the bookstore swung open. “I want a good English Grammar Book,” said a sweet voice. I could hear the store keeper picking up those fancy grammar books and dropping them on the counter with a thud, “I don’t want these” complained the sweet voice. I heard next, “Don’t you have any grammar book which has more content?” Then the customer and the store keeper exchanged some words and I could hear footsteps coming towards the storeroom. My heart pounded heavily as the steps became more distinct. The latch turned and the door flung open. The storekeeper grabbed me from the shelf and wiped me clean. He almost flung me on the counter before a lady picked me up. She went through my pages and told the owner that she wanted me. I was then packed and handed over to her. I could feel the store owner’s relief in getting rid of me.

Since then I am on Nisha’s table. Nisha is the lady who brought me home that day. She is an English teacher and glances through me every now and then. Though I am old, worn out, she values me a lot.

Answer 2

I am an English Literature book. In me, there are many chapters written by many famous authors. I was made by a publishing house and then I was dropped in the arms of the owner of the shop. I am covered in green colored cover and with me, there are some books of literature. We are packed in a box and are given to the seller. Our box was open and I was kept in a neat shelf in front of the shop's main door. Many people came and bought the books of different subjects I see them flipping pages and observing the books. Many come and open me and then keep me back. Many students come and buy my copies.