Write an essay on "The auto biography of a watch"
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I was born some ten years ago at a small town in Switzerland. My makers were famous for their skill all over the world ; and consequently, As soon as I saw the light of the day, I was shipped with a large family of brothers and cousins to Kolkata. There I lay in a showcase for some time, being taken out and exhibited occasionally to would be purchasers, who all found me too costly for them.
At last came a young man, about 17 years old, accompanied by elderly gentleman whom I afterwards knew to be his father. From their talk, I learnt that the boy had just passed the Higher Secondary Examination, and the father had come for a good watch as a present to him. The boy took a fancy to me, and I was transferred from the showcase to his wrist. How happy he looked as
he worked out of the shop with his new treasure! He showed me with considerable pride to his friends, who all praised my shape and brightness and congratulated him on his possessions. He winged me punctually to the minute every day and kept me carefully shut up in the drawer except when he went out. Gradually we became so fond of each other as to be regarded as Inseparable friends.
After three or four years, my master one day failed to wind me at the appointed hour. I felt surprised ; but the surprise was soon changed into anxiety when I learnt that he was down with cholera. I heard doctors coming in and going away, hushed voices all over the household and anxious enquiries, throughout the day. My heart began to fail and when at midnight piteous cries announced the end, i fell in a swoon.
How long my fit lasted I cannot say ; but on opening my eyes, I found myself on the hand of a lad of about 14 whom I at once recognised to be the brother of my last owner. It appeared that I had been transferred to him, and though still smarting under the recent shock, I accepted the chance with a good heart. He was bright boy and loved his brother very much. So he began to take the utmost care of his brothers memento and would not allow anybody else to touch me.
Things went on in this way for about three years more, after which come another turn in my fortune. I was one night stolen by a grown-up man. He was very careless and indifferent. Often drunk. He did not take proper care of me, winding me at irregular hours and subjecting me occasionally to rough handling.
In consequence, my health began to break down and I failed to keep proper time. In disgust, the thief decided to dispose of me altogether and came to me a shop for the purpose. The owner of the shop examined me carefully, and requesting the man to wait for a few minutes, went out only to a return with a police constable to arrest him. The fact was that my real owner had reported his lost to the police, my number and description had been circulated among all the watch-repairers in the town. I was kept in police custody during the trail, which resulted in the punishment of the thief. I was then resorted to my rightful owner. The lad, whose delight in having me back was more than words can express.
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