Question

Write an autobiography of a garment in about 150 words.

Answer 1

Explanation:

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Answer 2

An autobiography is a self-written (Written by the author and about the author) account of the life of oneself.

Explanation:

• Hey people! Hey people! In those clothes, you all look clever and pretty. In your personality, I play an important role. Yet you know me? Do you know me? As a small seed, my life began. My master's been a peasant. I and my fellow children were taught in the Deccan Plateau's black cotton board. We have evolved into plants and bear closed cups of white wool.
• After the process of winnowing  the farmer and his family removed us from the cup and sold us to a fabric dealer. And so did my companions.  I trembled with fear. But nobody considered our feelings . We were taken up by our new master to a cotton mill. We were put onspindles on the spinning department and turned  into different kinds of yarns.
• My body hurt  and this new master I despised. "I have become a fabric after spinning on machines. I've been dyed and my look is embellished by a nice floral print. There was no end to the cycle. I missed my old master and I wanted to be with him and his tender love and care. I screamed but no one listened to me
• I've been draped to the store, and sent it. There was a dealer taking me and my master changed again. I've been placed in a luminous shop. I made new friends. I made new friends. The same story they had as me. But I wasn't able to stay with them. A lovely small girl who came with her mother to the shop liked me and I was handed over to her after I had been weighed. She paid me a great deal.
• I've been brought to the tailor. He cut me into a lovely frock. He sewed me. On her birthday party, the little girl wore me. I was glad. I've been her favorite dress and I've been proud. But not long were the moments.
• The girl grew up so I didn't use her any more. The mother of the girl gave me to her maid. I became the sister's daughter's favorite now. Still she wore me. She played in mud, and I had bruises.
• I've grown old and ripped from a lot of places. The maid wiped the dirt and dust in her kitchen using me and threw me into an heap of garbage when I lost all my color and strength. \

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