Sample 1: Write an Autobiography of A Broken Bicycle in 100 words.
Autobiography of A Broken Bicycle
I am a broken bicycle. I am lying in a neglected corner of a dark room. My tyres are torn and the spokes broken. My frame is bent and ring twisted. My body is coated with a layer of dust. For me, you could feel sympathy. The days of my youth I often remember. I’m nostalgic full. My body had a brightness. I’ve been powerful and energetic. I was looking stunning. I was owned by a schoolboy. I used to take him to school. He would bring me to the park sometimes. I have been his pride and the amazement of his friends. I stopped one day, however. A leak came from my front pipe. I’ve been recovered. I was getting old. So the big shock came. I just experienced a crash. I’ve been badly wounded. I have lived here since then. One day they will throw me to the scrap-heap. I know, it’s my destiny. Nobody favours the useless and inactive.
Autobiography of A Broken Bicycle
I am a bicycle, sorry a broken bicycle. At the end of my life, today I am sharing my autobiography with you.
My life started very well. About seven years ago, a cycle making company in Mumbai made me. I was given beautiful colors, a sweet ringing bell, a stylish basket, a nice seat and a bottle holder.
Then I was taken to a famous cycle shop named ‘Giant Bicycle Store’ in Mumbai. There were so many cycles in the shop. Later they all became my friends and we all used to talk a lot.
Many people used to come to the shop every day to buy bicycles. Many of them liked to see me but they would not buy me because my price was so high. Thus I was in that shop for about six months.
One day a boy of 11-12 years came to the shop with his parents. From their conversation, I came to know that his name was Ankit. As his eyes fell upon me, he told his parents that he wanted to buy me. Then his father asked the shopkeeper for my price. Hearing my price, the boy’s parents did not want to buy me. But the boy said he would not buy any other bicycle except me. As the boy was obstinate, his parents finally agreed to buy me.
After buying me, they took me to their house. I had a hard time leaving old friends. But I got a new home and a new friend, Ankit. Then he gave me the name Vicky.
At first, Ankit could not ride me properly. His parents taught him to ride a bicycle in their garden every day. Gradually he learned to ride a bicycle very well. From then on, he would take me wherever he went, whether it was a school or a shop or a walk around. He would also clean me every day and take good care of me. He became my constant companion and I missed him when he was not around me. Thus we became close friends.
About a year ago, Ankit went to a bookstore with me to buy a book. He kept me just in front of the shop and went inside it. I was waiting for him there. After a few minutes, suddenly a car came towards me at a very fast speed. When the car came close to me, that sound was terrifying. That bike collided with me before I or Ankit could do anything.
The car was not damaged much. The front of the car was just a little scratched but there was no injury to the driver or anyone inside the car. But I was poorly damaged, very poorly. My parts were spread across the road, including the seat, basket, bell, and everything else. Ankit understood what happened, and was extremely upset. He immediately ran towards me and seeing my condition, he started crying like a small child. Already a number of people had gathered there.
Though I saw him, there was nothing I could do — I was helpless. And Ankit was like that. Ankit and the present people scolded the youngster driving in the car. The youngster was sorry for his mistake and claimed he was going to pay for the bicycle. And he had gone.
But can never buy joy. I’ve been damaged and broken. After that, nobody could rebuild me. Ankit ‘s dad went to a number of shops to ask someone to attempt to repair me. But there was no solution. Ankit Tony was really depressed and still in shock.
It took him a lot of time to be normal and to continue. And finally, his father one day informed him they’re going to abandon me. They brought me to their store room and left me. Now this is my place to stay for almost one year.
He has not come to see me once so far. I think he has forgotten me. He may have made a lot of new friends but I haven’t found any new ones. But I still become horrified at what would have happened if Ankit had been with me.
I earnestly request you all to pay attention while driving. One small mistake of you can ruin another person’s life. Not everyone like me who has damaged bicycles can share their stories. So I shared my narrative, my autobiography, I got the opportunity.
Now I’m going to stop. I’ve finished my time. Now it is all in your hands to make sure that no bicycle is left at such a young age in our society. I now say the last goodbye to you all, my beloved friends.