Environmental Sciences, asked by raveesh0907, 2 days ago

please give An autobiography of a travelling bag

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Answered by s1053vandana4854
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Hello friends. Do you know me? I’m the most unnoticed but very essential when traveling. Yes, I am a trolley bag used to check-in baggage at airports. My name is Alex and today I will tell you about how badly I’m treated at the airport.

This incident took place when my 12-year-old owner, Radha took me to Paris. Radha is a very nice girl. She always looks after me. When I first saw her she was just 6-years-old. She was very happy to see me. She kept me in her cupboard. She kept lots and lots of soft toys near me so that I did not feel lonely. Now she is 13 and owns a lot of handbags and backpacks. Hence she has completely forgotten me.

But then one day, she took me out and filled me with her clothes. I wanted to ask her. Hey Radha. Where are we going?” Just then her mom came in. She was talking about Paris. I immediately knew that I was going to Paris with them. I was most delighted to hear that.

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Answered by Sahil3459
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Hello friends, I am a traveling bag without a name. I wasn’t born in big factories but was instead stitched by a tailor in a small town. I call the tailor my Father. My father was very old but very hardworking. He would make beautiful traveling bags like me.

Most of my friends were taken away at that time and now are traveling across the world. I am staying with a person for a month and I was taken everywhere by him. I was also taken on a Kashmir trip where I saw beautiful snow. I was stuffed with lots of heavy clothes of his. There I met a new friend and her name was Loila, a pink traveling bag. Loila was one of the nicest bags I ever met. Loila's father was a travel agent, so she was away from home most of the time.

Last month my life was a total mess and I was stuffed in the cupboard even after the summer vacations arrived. My owner bought a new black color bag which is taller than me. The bag has 4 legs and can carry more luggage than me. My owner left me in the cupboard and no one came to me for 1 month. I sat there trying to talk to the old clothes but nobody responded. As of now, I’m torn, but I wish to be reborn as a traveling bag and would like to bring a lot of happiness to human lives.

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