Here in this article, we will read An Autobiography of a Broken Bicycle. This is a very important article.
An Autobiography of a Broken Bicycle
It was a beautiful morning. I heard the starting of a new bike of my owner. I am his bicycle, to be specific, his old bicycle. I am not his day-to-day companion anymore. I am left in the dark gloomy corner of my master’s garage room. No one thinks about me, no one takes care of me. I am just a forgotten thing to them. But believe me, the situation was not the same just a few years ago. I still clearly remember the day when I was chosen among other modern bicycles. I was his nearest and dearest one. He used to clean me daily with shampoo and polish me with oil. He never forgot to clear me during Vishwakarma Puja. But alas! Those days are gone. Now I clearly understand that nothing is permanent. But those golden days will always shine bright in my memory.
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